That was close

It was not hard to get his number at all. And I have it punched in my phone. What I was regretting right now was how the thoughts of getting his phone number popped into my head.

And even if it did, I don't know why I acted on it. Because if I hadn't, I would not be in the situation where I am right now.

My hand has been itching to type to him since I got his number from somewhere in the office a few days ago. I still cannot get over what had happened and I wanted to clear the air with him.

That I was not his and he should stay out of my business. I felt like if we did not see, which we will not be doing anytime soon, I won't have any issues talking to him and making him know what was going on in my mind.

But obviously, that was a lie. I was a freaking liar. Even though he was not here, or anywhere around me, I was still fidgeting to talk to him.

I had typed and erased over and over again. I typed again this time.

This is Gwen, Mr Emmett. I'd really like it if my personal m