I don’t make a habit of slapping men after I kiss them, I swear. It only happened that one time. With him. Honestly, he was a summer crush gone bad and a part of me thought I'd never see him again, and yet … today, seven years later, he’s about to become my boss.
Did I mention that we can’t stand each other AND that he’s renting the house across the street from me? No. Well, there you go. I think it goes without saying that balancing my work life and my final semester of college is going to go super swell.
It’s fine. I can handle this. So what if he looks like Mr. July in a fireman's calendar … everything is going to be fine.
Afterall, it’s not like I'm still crushing on him … am I?