I return to the sofa and flop down, staring at the ceiling again. “Remember he instigated the kiss last year and today he wasn’t in a hurry to let go of you, either. People who genuinely like each other often touch. Wanting physical contact isn’t automatically a bad thing.”
I inhale and exhale slowly as the only possible answer forms in my mind. “I need to know what this could be.”
Anxiety tightens my stomach, but I can’t let it make decisions for me.
“Only way out is through.” I grab my purse and dig out my phone, scrolling through my contacts—all five of them, with the other four being work, Dr. Williams, the physical therapist, and my doctor—and push the button.
My heart starts hammering as I wait for the call to connect. Maybe it won’t. Maybe I can leave a message…
“Hello?”
Damn
