I must have dozed off for a bit because I woke up to Dozer’s wet nose nudging my arm insistently. I groggily rubbed my eyes, threw off the thin blanket that I usually cuddled with while I watched Teen Mom 2—my guilty pleasure—and patted Dozer’s egg-shaped head. The sun was setting over Central Park and the view from the sliding glass doors to my balcony was breathtaking. Shit! I checked the clock on the wall: it was almost seven. I heard a knock on my door. “Who is it?” I was too short to see out the peephole of my door. Dozer planted himself at my side, grunting and wagging his tail while he waited patiently for me to let our guest in. “Finn, love.” Swoon. My palms were instantly sweating as a giddy smile raced across my face and butterflies crashed around in my stomach. I turned the lock and opened the door, completely ashamed at my lack of preparation for our date.
