JOSH
I slid into the back seat of the car, almost slamming the door behind me, sitting still with my arms wrapped around my chest. Staring out the window at Britney’s apartment, I contemplated going back.
“Ready, sir?” my driver Patrick asked, completely oblivious of how awkward I had just inadvertently made a great date. But was it really a date? I pondered, ignoring his question. I was pretty sure it was; at least that was my purpose in asking her, and I was convinced she had viewed it as one also.
I had every intention of going inside when she invited me this time, if she asked me to come in, provided of course, I had actually kissed her. Why did I freeze like that? No idea. Something just stopped me dead in my tracks. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been with other women since Cali died, so
