Page 111 of Things I Overshared
“You’re sure? I don’t mind the couch.”
“I want you in bed with me.”
Swoon!
His face looks pained as I kiss his forehead and leave him in the bedroom. I pull up some Netflix on the couch, but I can’t get my big fat mistake out of my mind. I don’t know how to fix it, how to undo the oversharing damage I’ve done. I consider asking Sadie, but I don’t want to hear the disappointment in her voice:Sam’s at it again with her big fat mouth!
Me: I need a judgment-free cone of acceptance, please.
Nicole: Activated.
What does one do when they accidentally say I love you way too early?
SAY I LOVE YOU TO WHOM?!?!?!!?
Who do you think!
Thomas?
I have spent like an hour total with Thomas. I mean, c’mon.
I’m not that pathetic.
Emerson. You’re in love with Emerson?!
Full on, hard stop.
WTF! Call me right now!
Okay, just a sec.
I step out onto the balcony and push the green button.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“What the actual hell, Sam!”
“I know. Remember, we’ve established a cone of acceptance here.”
“Oh, I accept!” I turn the volume down on my phone as she rails. “I’m just in total shock. I thought you guys couldn’t stand each other!”
“We couldn’t at first.”
“Oh man, I called it, didn’t I? This is so you.”
That stings.
“It’s notso me.It’s different this time. I didn’t even tell my sisters. I didn’t even tell you what was going on when you were here! I was trying to be smart, not get involved, not . . . you know, romanticize him.”
“That is different, I guess. But. Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
Nicole takes a second to process, then bounces back. “So, you told him you’re in love with him, and he freaks out?”
“No, he didn’t freak out.”
“He didn’t? Wait, why are you whispering? Where are you?”
