“You know you overreacted, right?” Dotun said.
“In hindsight, yes, I know that,” I replied, standing by the lone window in his office and looking out into the street. It was 4:30pm on Monday, and the afternoon light was slanting westward, casting the beginnings of the evening shadows in corners of the room.
“And when did you come into this hindsight?” He was teasing, and the remark drew a rueful smile from me. I’d just finished narrating the story of my fight yesterday with Bryson to him. I’d needed somebody to talk to, and he’d been a willing ear.
“I had most of yesterday, after I got home, to stew over our fight. Then I got sidetracked with family stuff and didn’t have time to dwell much on it. Then I went to bed, and by the time I woke up this morning, I found myself missing him.” I turned to face Dotun. “I believe I’m falling in love with him, and it scares me.”
“Why? Because of some flirty messages you saw a few guys send to him?”
“It’s not about the messages. It’s about the fact that he seemed to enjoy them.”
“But you said he didn’t respond in kind to them…”
“Yes,” I said. “He also didn’t let on that he was unavailable, that he has a boyfriend.” Continue reading