Friday night, Jaiden and I decided to check out a movie, then have a late dinner. We watched Logan, which we loved, and ended up at a Greek place afterward.
My overnight bag was in the trunk of his car, and halfway through the meal, my nerves started to get the better of me.
“What’s wrong, hon?” Jaiden asked as I spilled some ouzo on the tablecloth for the second time. “You should be jumping for joy. You got the job, sweetie.”
“I know, and I am happy about that. Ecstatic, even.” I sighed. “Sorry, it’s just…I shouldn’t be nervous, but I’ve never done this”—I gestured between the two of us—”before, not this way and, while I definitely want it, I’m scared, too.”
“There’s no timetable for s*x or getting serious, Alister. We can go as slow as you want.”
And didn’t that just make me feel li
