The Mok Spot

My breathing is regular. My heart is still beating. I am no worse for the wear.

I feel. Fuck. I don't know what I feel. Do I even feel anything?

I gave him my number. My number! What the hell was I thinking?

We had this whole in depth conversation in the middle of main.

He cares? Why?

Why was he looking for me?

My chest feels a bit tighter, but I'm ok.

What does that mean? Why now?

Do I tell him about Josh?

FUCK.