Chapter Three
On The Beach
It was eight pm when JD picked me up at my apartment. I was on the street waiting for him, feeling strangely anxious—as if, perhaps, my crime of the early evening hours clung to my body like a sandwich board, announcing what I’d done.
But what better way to forget the scene with Elsa and the stranger, than spend a few hours with my new boyfriend? While this was only our second real date, I felt oddly comfortable using the term boyfriend to define our relationship. On another page of my life, distinct from the pages of my sordid office drama, I believed a new chapter had begun that would be dedicated to JD Barry. I liked the thought of him. In particular, his individualism and spontaneity. I’d never dated a man so without restraint. Not that he was some wild
