I didn't want to admit it.
I really didn't want to admit it.
In fact, I'd rather gouge my eyes out of my head with the Bugles I had been snacking on than admit it.
But there wasn't any denying the way my heart jumped in my chest when I looked at the time. Again. It was nearly five o' clock. That was when Kisten got out of work. That was when he started to head back. Since it was Tuesday, that meant it was about half an hour before Kisten knocked on my door.
"Stop it, Joe," I muttered to myself. I was starting to get far too excited about him coming over."He's just another filthy monster with dirty hands. Don't get excited. Don't feel anything for him. He'll break your heart, Joe, you know that."
"Are you talking about me?"