Chapter NineteenSlate
For a long time after I wake up Saturday morning, I just lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, in no hurry to get up. I made it through the work week somehow, but the loss I feel over my connection with Keaton has left a black hole inside my chest.
I’m never going to get over her, and going back to being just friends isn’t something I’m ready to think about. I have no idea how I can go out to brunch with her now, and sit across the table from her while pretending everything is fine.
The truth is, I’m deeply in love with her. Yeah, maybe it took this little experiment of hers to push me in this direction, but now that I know her on this whole new level, it’s obvious. She’s the total package. And the thought of her with another guy sends stabbing pains straight through
