It had struck him late one night as he sat in front of his MacBook, answering the last few emails from work and sipping absentmindedly from a can of beer.
He was in love with Jennie.
As he stared incredulously at the screen he heard himself groan out loud. What the hell? How had this happened? He leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his long, black hair and stared desperately at the ceiling as though it could give him some answers.
He knew WHEN it had happened; he just hadn’t realised until now that what he’d been feeling was love, not simple friendship. It had been so long since he’d felt this way about anybody that he’d forgotten what it was like. In fact, if he was truly honest with himself, he’d never felt this way about anyone. Not even his wife.
He rubbed his face with both hands and sighed deeply. What we he going to do? His hands hovered over the keyboard for a minute and then dropped into his lap. No, he couldn’t send her an email.
Standing up to stretch, his mind ran through the possibilities. Aha!
Yep, there was only thing to do. He needed some Dutch courage and that, he knew, could only be found in the fridge. A few more cans of beer, his mobile phone and he was good to go. A drunken text message declaring his love was the perfect way to do it.