“I guess I need to figure out how much of me is mad at Blue and how much of me is mad at the fact that we couldn’t make things work. Physically,” I finished lamely and blushed a little. Talking about it with Kennedy was not on my list of fun things to do. “Did you ask him why? Maybe he was nervous. Maybe he was scared shitless about what that kiss meant. Kind of hard to get an erection,” she said with raised eyebrows. “Maybe I’m a little scared too,” I finally said. “Too scared to take that risk.” She nodded. “Then you don’t deserve him.”
