Evenings With Asher

I just stand there. Mouth gaping open, pits rising in my stomach, palms sweating, clutching the door handle for dear life.

Ok don't judge me, what would you do if your very recent ex-boyfriend shows up at your door with his pillow and blanket asking if he can 'crash at your place for the night'?

I'm actually surprised I'm handling this so well. Joking.

I mean, there are definitely worse ways I could be handling this. I could be a puddle of tears, or I could be that crazy psychopath ex-girlfriend and go all revenge mode on him. But that's not me.

Right?

Quinn Hadley, what have you gotten yourself into?