My heart stutters. My lungs seize. My mouth goes impossibly dry, and I’m finding it particularly hard to swallow right now. My stupid fingers forget how to work and I accidentally drop the box of condoms in panic.
Time seems to stop, and my scrambled brain can’t seem to function properly, much less decide what to do. The phone continues to vibrate, and each vibration sends another wave of panic straight into my already wrecked system.
I fish through by bag frantically for the phone, almost dropping the damn thing once I have it in my trembling hands. I almost drop my bag, too. I can’t believe how startled and flustered I am. I just really didn’t expect him to call. I’m totally caught off guard.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…
I’m seriously freaking out, and I don’t know if I can calm down enough in time to even form a coherent sentence, much less have an actual conversation with the man.
And what the hell am I even going to say? Hell, what’s he going to say?