by Knox, Abby
I touch two fingers to my phone screen to enlarge the image to look for any more clues about his relationship to this woman. And that’s when my finger slips.
Oops.
I gasp and clumsily drop my phone.
Staring at the ceiling for a moment, I can’t believe what just happened.
My stomach churns. My heart races. My jaw drops. My face, hands and feet start to sweat.
What. Have. I. Done.
I’ll tell you what I’ve done. I’ve just “liked” a photo of my super hot swim coach at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday.
My heart pounds so hard in my ears that, in my panic, I have trouble finding the button to “unlike” the photo.
I finally find it and undo it. But the damage is done. He’s definitely going to see a notification about this.
“Way to go, Adelaide,” I say to myself, “that’s one way to get his attention.”
