Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) Read Online Free PDF

in his and looks down at me. “If anyone knows about self-doubt, it’s me. You gotta let it go. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
    Giving him a half smile, I agree, nodding my head. “Do you mind if I change real quick?”
    “Go right on ahead. I’ll wait out here for you.”
    “Thanks. There are some beers in the fridge if you want one,” I say entering my room.
    “Do you want one?” he yells in at me.
    “No, thanks.”
    Quickly, I remove my new clothes and hang them back up. I slide on my jean capris and yellow tank top from earlier. As I emerge from my room, Troy is on the couch checking his phone. I sit next to him and he sets it in front of him saying, “I got you a water since you didn’t want a beer.”
    Opening it, I take a sip and pull my feet underneath me. “Thank you.”
    “No problem. Now talk to me,” he says. “Tell me what’s stressing you.”
    “I don’t know. I’m worried the minute they ask me a question, I’m gonna clam up.”
    “It’s probably because you want the job so much. All you can do is take some deep breaths and have a game plan.”
    “I can take deep breaths, but the game plan…that’s a whole other story.”
    “Hey, I’m all yours tonight. Let’s make a game plan together. I’m pretty good at interviewing myself, so between the two of us we got this in the bag.”
    I smile at him and lie back on the armrest of the couch. Lying there, I look at the ceiling, and he grabs my feet, placing them in his lap. I tense at his touch, contemplating letting him do this. But it’s only my feet, there’s no harm in that.
    “Tell me what you know about the position,” he says, beginning to rub them.
    Mmmm, that feels good. His hands are big and strong. He definitely knows what he’s doing and the pressure…it’s just right. I close my eyes and begin to speak. Troy listens attentively, giving me his opinion and advice at all the right times. He’s extremely smart and the little tips he adds here and there give me that much more confidence. Things like making eye contact, connecting with each interviewer.
    Glancing at the clock, it’s after nine. Troy and I talked forever. We got off the interviewing subject and talked about everything else instead. I learned he’s from Colorado as am I. He’s huge into snowboarding, like I am, and we promised to go up to Loveland Ski Basin the day it opens. He has a younger sister and his parents are still married. From what he said, it sounds like he gets along great with his mom, but the relationship with his dad is a bit strained.
    “Will you call me as soon as you’re done tomorrow?” he asks.
    “Of course. Are you working?”
    “Yeah.”
    We get up and head to the door. “Good-bye,” I say and hug him. I don’t want him to leave. Hanging out with him feels so good and is easy.
    “Good luck tomorrow and sleep well, Bridge,” he says, pressing his warm lips against my forehead. I squeeze him tightly and then let go. As we separate, he grabs my hand and holds it until we are too far apart to stay connected. I watch as he closes the door and I lock it behind him.
    God, I need to figure out what the hell I’m doing. My feelings for Troy are growing and I can’t stop them. It’s like they are on a roller coaster and the bar’s locked; there’s no getting off the ride for me now. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. This is all a mess, and I’m so worried that at any moment this is all going to blow up in my face. As I set my alarm clock for the morning, I notice David hasn’t called. After tonight with Troy, I have to do something. I need to talk to David and be honest. I love hanging out with Troy and I don’t want to stop. He’s become such a good friend and I think he wants more, or at least I hope he does. I don’t know if I should ask him where his head is. I don’t want to assume that he wants to be with me, if he doesn’t. He might just enjoy being friends. He’s never pushed himself on me, always being such a