5:52 p.m.
He also said he wanted me to go back to Yuval. To literally move to another country.
5:53 p.m.
He texted me to make sure I got inside safely…
5:54 p.m.
Maybe I’m overthinking all of this. It’s just sex, right? People have sex every single day. It doesn’t mean I don’t hate his stupid guts.
5:55 p.m.
Except for the fact that I don’t hate his stupid guts.
5:56 p.m.
Shit. I still don’t have an excuse. Maybe I can just tell him I’m sick?
5:57 p.m.
Maybe I should take a shot or two and then go up.
5:58 p.m.
Wait a minute, how do I even know for sure that he wants to have sex with me again?
5:59 p.m.
But he had a good time… I think.
… Didn’t he?
6:00 p.m.
Oh God.
6:01 p.m.
I need my underwear back though, right? I should go upstairs, get it, and then come back.
6:02 p.m.
There is no way he’s giving it up that easily.
6:03 p.m.
Text him and cancel. Stop putting it off.
6:04 p.m.
…
6:05 p.m.
Cancel. Tell him you’re sick, or you lost your passport and need to go to the embassy, or you’ve been abducted. Quite literally anything.
6:06 p.m.