Adam: Liar. Kevin is a stupid name. Name me one good guy called Kevin
Me: Kevin Kline
Adam: Really?
Me: Kevin Spacey
Adam: Oh yeah, he’s a real good example of the name, Slugger
Me: Shit….
Adam: You’re Googling the name Kevin right now aren’t you?
Me: Costner, Hart, Bacon
Adam: You’re cheating and besides Bacon, I’m still not convinced
Me: There are a lot of athletes called Kevin. Baseball, football, hockey, you’d be surprised. It’s pretty popular
Adam: If you’re a douche
Me: Stop being horrible
Adam: I’m not being horrible. He’s horrible
Me: How could you possibly know that?
Adam: Because he’s taking you out, not me
Kevin knocks on the door. No time to change, no time to answer. No time to think about what he just wrote me. But that is exactly what I’m doing.
Me: He’s here
The dots jump.
Adam: Don’t go
Me: Are you serious?
Adam: Yes. Don’t go
Me: I have to. He’s knocking again I have to go, Adam.
Adam: Okay. Have a good time
I go to the door and shout through to Kevin that I need ten minutes, can I meet in the lobby. He says that’s okay and I watch through the peephole as he runs a hand through his hair, then turns to go to the elevator. He looks nervous. Does he think it’s a date?
I run to where I tossed my clothes earlier and rip off the dress, pulling my jeans back on and grabbing one of the plain white T’s I got. My bra is black and I curse but it’s not that obvious. I quickly tie up my hair. I’m not, not going. I want to take the river cruise and this is my only chance but Adam made me feel bad.
Quickly I switch to the phone camera and take a selfie of my outfit, making sure to get in my sneakers. I send it to him as I grab my jacket.
Me: NOT a date outfit, trust me
When I’ve locked up the room and I’m riding down in the elevator I get a text.
Adam: I trust you. I don’t trust Douche Boy
I’m not so sure I would trust Kevin in his position either, we’ve been flirting around each other the past couple of weeks and we are about to embark on what could be classed a romantic evening. But any thoughts I had of something happening with Kevin flew right out the window the minute he text me again. I don’t know what the hell kind of hold this guy has on me, but right now, I feel like I don’t want to do anything that could hurt him. I close my eyes as the doors open to the lobby. I’ve never had a stranger thought in my entire life.