Don
Friday night
He made sure to shave as carefully as he could after he'd finished his shower. He didn't need any cuts on his face tonight and was already as nervous as he'd been in a long time. After styling his hair and putting on a minimal amount of cologne, he went to find something suitable to wear. Thumbing through his closet, he swore quietly.
"Shoulda had Jessie pick something out," he muttered to the modestly sized selection of button-down shirts.
As he perused the selection, he tried to dismiss the worries roaming around in his head about screwing the evening up. Was all this effort really worth it? He could end up hurting someone else, and he was just then coming to terms with the incident with Jessie. He still felt like a complete piece of s**t for what had gone down betwe
