Work went okay and I managed to avoid seeing Casey. Probably stupid of me. He’d said he wanted to see me, even have me stay at his house, and really I should want to do that, but I couldn’t stop wondering if he’d gone home with that guy from the restaurant last night and f****d his brains out.
I purposely avoided the salad place I usually grabbed lunch at and instead went to a fast food place with one of the girls from the office. When it was time for me to leave, I scooted out as quietly as possible and went home.
Part of me felt like a big time schmuck. I was cutting off my nose to spite my face. I did want to spend more time with Casey, but I also needed time to think about whether a casual relationship was what I wanted or needed. Maybe for my first time, it was exactly what I needed
