“Um,” I managed.
“You look nice,” he replied.
I was in jeans and a button-down. We looked mismatched. Sex with Jeff was easy. Strange how everything else was hard.
“Maybe we should go to dinner,” he suggested.
I nodded. I smiled. “Yep.”
He stood there waiting for me to lead. I stood there waiting for him to lead. If we had been in a dance competition, we would’ve been the first eliminated.
“Why is this so difficult?” he asked.
I shrugged. “We dated. It ended badly. We not only burned the bridge, we blew it up.”
“That line between love and hate, turns out, it’s razor-thin.”
“It’s a scary thing, huh?” I said.