When I didn't hear from Collier the following day, I assumed I'd completely screwed everything up. My inability to keep my hands to myself and my lips away from his had cost me more than I wanted to consider. Over the last few months, West had become my friend. We talked about anything and everything because everything was safe when there was no possibility for anything that wasn't platonic. Now, because of a lapse in judgment on a dance floor with too much alcohol in my blood stream, I may have lost that. But my embarrassment was so great that I hadn't had the courage to reach out to him Saturday and used Ronnie being here as my excuse not to.
The longer I went without talking to him or texting him, the greater my anxiety became. I needed to be the one to reach out, apologize. But I had
