I was feeling pretty content when I went to bed. Life had become significantly less stressful in just a week’s time. Between a doting lover and my newfound financial freedom, I felt unstoppable. Life was good with the doctor.
But somewhere in the middle of the night I awoke, and couldn’t get something he said out of my mind.
A tad possessive. I wondered what that meant. He threw it out there, and then retracted it. Maybe I should have brushed it aside. But it was still out there. Possessive. A strange word veiled in a sea of beautiful prose and flattery. I decided to flag it as a warning unless he said something similar in the future.
The doctor had given me a little Ziploc bag with a dozen or so Ambien, so I decided to pop one and go back to bed. I had a busy day ahead of me and needed a good night of sleep.
As I was dozing off around 2 am, I realized that as strange as our relationship was, I didn’t want to see anyone else besides him. At least for now. I decided to deactivate my profile from Making Arrangement the next day.