“Please, come in,” I said, making sure to hide my butterflies. Chad didn’t notice. He rushed right in and found a spot on my couch. He patted the cushion next to him. I sat down as nonchalantly as I could, making sure to have one arm spread out on the edge of the couch and my legs crossed.
I don’t know, in my head it seemed like it would be both confident and sexy, but when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, all I saw was desperation, so I abandoned my pose and took a normal one.
Chad didn’t say anything, so I got the ball rolling.
“So, what did you want to talk about?”
Chad continued to look at the floor while his leg started to shake nervously. “Look, I just want to say I’m sorry for not calling you. That was wrong. But I just couldn’t take it anymore.”