I’m a coward.
The only good thing I did on our date the other night was not kiss her good night. I think she wondered why when I walked her up to her door and waited for her to get inside and lock the door. But I just didn’t feel right about trying to kiss her until I have the guts to tell her what I managed to avoid all night.
But we were having such a good time that I didn’t want to ruin it. I kept thinking I’d do it later and then later again, but later never came.
“So, are we just going to circle each other all f*****g day?” Logan says, bouncing on the balls of his feet, circling me in the ring in his gym.
“Your wife outed me this morning,” I say, still catching my breath from the last round we went before we broke.
I’ve been dodging talking to Logan even though he’s the closest t
