I’m afraid to admit it, but I really was a little anxious about going over to Andrew’s tonight. What if, and an emphasis on the if, he did try to do something again?
As I got dressed in one of my favorite shirts and pair of skinny jeans I kept bouncing thoughts and fears around in my head. He wouldn’t do anything. He wouldn’t do anything. I kept repeating to myself.
i mean, he obviously learned his lesson last time. He knows I don’t want any part of that. I know Andrew would listen to my feelings because he knows the outcome otherwise: I would break up with him.

And yet…

i know darn well that I want that from him at the same time. The last time he made out with me…uhhh…it was to die for. Even though he ruined it last time by trying to get his hand up my shirt.
The real question is, this time, would I be able to say no to him?
I don’t think so.