I like Ollie and I’m glad you finally found someone.” “He did date a lot,” I tell her. “Excuse me, I am right here,” Hunter interjects. “And I didn’t date a lot.” Karen beams at me. “He was waiting for you, Ollie.” “I guess I was.” Hunter leans over and kisses my cheek. Holy shit. It’s something he’s done before dozens of times. We’ve always been affectionate, so why does it feel different now? That same swirly feeling in my gut is coming back. What in the world? I am not equipped to deal with this. Fake feelings? I can handle those. Real feelings? Those are too murky to want to deal with.
