We climb in his car and I try not to giggle as he speeds us to his house. I’m pretty sure he ran a stop sign, but I’m relieved to see he’s as eager as I am to do this. So, it’s baffling when we’re standing in his house, and I feel like an unexperienced teenager.
“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he says.
“Glad to hear I’m not the only one,” I smile at him. I’m trying not to fidget, but the butterfly tornado is going full force in my stomach. “It’s you. That should be comforting, but it seems…” I gesture with my hands, trying to find the right word. “Big,” I finish lamely, hoping he knows what I mean. Is s*x worth destroying a friendship I truly rely on? The last few weeks without feeling our easy-going connection have been insanely difficult. Would this be the final nail in the coffin
