Oops.
Me:Oops.
Me:Sorry for being sorry.
He shoots back a smiley face.
And then…
Chase:Was everything okay when you got home?
I frown at the screen, peeling back the context.
Me:What do you mean?
Chase:With Alex. He was coming on a little strong at the table and you looked uncomfortable. Just making sure you’re good.
My cheeks burn. This could easily delve into TMI territory.
But my walls are down, and I feel safe with Chase.
Me:Yes, thank you. Honestly, I don’t always feel present with him. Like sometimes I just kind of slip out of my own head when it comes to intimacy. (Which sounds way more dramatic than I mean it to, promise, LOL)
I scrunch my nose, wondering if that was a massive overshare.
Chase:But nothing happened? Nothing bad I mean?
Me:Nothing bad. Just the usual. I’m fine.
Chase:It shouldn’t have to feel like that. Checking out, going someplace else.
Me:Eh, long-term relationships. You know how it is sometimes.
Chase’s bubbles start to move again, but I’m not sure I want to see his reply.
Time to pivot.
Me:Well, thank you for singing with me tonight. And for being there when I fell apart.
His response falters. Then he starts typing again.
Chase:I would have done more.
Me:But? Feels like there should be a but…
Chase:You know the but.
I hesitate, my emotions getting the better of me again.
My thumbs glide over the keyboard, having a mind of their own.
Me:What would you have done?
God.
I need to shut up. Chuck my phone over the balcony.
He leaves me hanging for several beats.
