I wrestled with my cowardice for the next two weeks. Even though I had a plan for demonstrating my feelings to Doc, I took my own sweet time making it happen.
I admit it.
I was chicken s**t.
Then there was an incident at work which made it impossible to avoid seeing him any longer.
I needed my best friend.
Badly.
Still shaken over the event, I stood on his doorstep, listening to the music coming from inside, the bass so loud it made the front door window rattle in its frame.
Doja Cat?
Really?
Still trembling, and it had nothing to do with the fact that we hadn"t had s*x in over three weeks, nor Doc’s most recent ultimatum which I’d chanted to myself morning, noon and night. “You and me, we’re meant to be. I’m in love with you.”
To say nothing of the fact that he hadn’t come back
