Page 108 of Mountain Pine
I’ve had his dick in my mouth, for crying out loud.
But I’m super excited and my nerves are all over the place, and I can’t shake this weird feeling that something’s about to happen.
Something bad.
Maybe I need to sage myself. I don’t know why I haven’t been able to shake this awful feeling out of my system, and it’s been there for weeks. Since before my dad had his heart attack scare.
Logically, I think it’s that I’m still stuck in “It’s too good to be true” mode and I’m waiting for Conner and I to blow up. But every day that passes seems to solidify us more and more. I’ve never been happier. Being his girlfriend is effortless. Fun and exciting. It’s exactly what you hope for when you find your person.
While we divided and conquered our separate to do lists this afternoon, I over-thought my entire date outfit.
I want to look special. Feel beautiful. Conner’s hot as hell and I want to match his energy. But all I have are hippie dresses and faded jeans and band T-shirts. And unless I’m wearing my favorite blackboots or flip-flops, all my fancy shoes are so old and cheap they’re legit cracking and falling apart.
I really need to clean out my closet and get rid of some of this shit. Why did I hold on to it for so long?
My cell goes off and it’s Carly. “Hey! Damn, it’s about time.”
“Sorry!” It sounds loud in the background. “My life is not my own anymore. It’s crazy here lately.”
I hate that, but if she’s happy, then so be it. “Everything okay?”
“Oh yeah, yeah. Anyways, what’s up with you? How’s Conner?”
“Amazing. Perfect. Incredible.”
Carly laughs. “I can’t believe how long this love story took, girl. Wow.”
“Shut up.”
“You should have listened to me forever ago.”
“I know.”
“Better late than never.”
“Yup.”
I toss some more old clothes onto my bed. Guess I’m overhauling my closet now. Might as well since Conner is moving in soon and he’ll need space here too. “We’re going on a date tonight.”
“Oh! Where to?”
“No idea. Someplace fancy, he said. He’s making reservations and picking me up at seven.”
“What are you going to wear?”
“All I have are old sundresses and dumb shoes.”
“Wear the white one and your black boots.”
“Carly, I can’t wear that to a nice restaurant.”
“Why not?”
“Because. People will stare and I won’t fit in and—”
“Conner loves the white one with the ribbon across the neckline. Do you still have that?”
“Yes.” It’s my favorite and I’ve basically worn it down to the bare threads. I’m wearing it right now, actually. “Wait. How the hell do you know that?”
