The last week and a half was complete s**t. It started off fantastically between her thighs, and a minute later it fell apart.
I couldn’t figure out why Roe was so adamant about Friday. She refused to tell me why, but when I looked at the calendar, the date hit me—September 11th.
I glanced at the door, to the profile of her face as she worked. Did she lose someone when the towers went down?
If she did, I would feel like a complete and total ass, earning the name in her phone.
I hated the feeling in my chest every time I even thought about her. The frustration and anger. I knew I just needed to try harder, but I also knew I couldn’t make her go out with me, let alone like me.
Maybe her change in attitude had to do with Friday. Maybe I needed to get over thinking everything was about me
