"So you just left?"
"Better than scaring the shit out of you."
I wasn't so sure. But for some reason, Ididfeel better. Sort of.
When I said nothing, Joel added, "When I'm done, you gonna be there?"
"Where?" I said. "At my house? Sure. I mean, where else would I be?"
His voice was almost a caress. "And when I show up, are you gonna let me in?"
I recalled all those promises I'd made to myself – that I was done waiting. And yet, I couldn’t tell him no. And even if I did, I knew it would be a lie, so instead, I murmured, "Probably."
"Good," he said. And he turned away without even a kiss goodbye. Silently, I stared after him, wondering if I was making a huge mistake. Maybe. Maybe not.
But I did know one thing. Stupid or not, I'd be waiting.