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“You’re mighty sure of yourself.”
I dip my head to kiss her neck. “Is that turning you on or off?” My tongue flicks across the skin at the crook of her neck and shoulder, causing her to inhale sharply.
“We’re on campus, Trace,” she breathes.
That isn’t what I want to hear, but it’s a good reminder anyway. “I’ve missed you,” I say to explain my carelessness.
A small smile plays on her lips, but she doesn’t say anything.
“What is it?” I ask.
She drapes her arms around my waist, tilting her head back as she leans into me. “Remember how I said I depend on you too much, and I kinda wished you would depend on me too much?” I nod. “I think you depend on me too much.”
I cup her face with both hands, partly startled by her words, partly surprised they’re true. My thumb brushes across her lips, but my gaze is on hers. “I love you, too,” I whisper.
Brittany smiles and then bursts into a fit of giggles. I don’t know why she’s laughing, but all I can do is smile because of it. I’ve missed her laugh. She starts to settle down and says, “God, we really are not quite sane, aren’t we?”
“Afraid so.”
She lifts onto her tiptoes and gives me a brief kiss. “I should get going. Enjoy the rest of your lunch break and I’ll see you tonight.”
It sucks to see her walk away, but the bright side is she’ll be with me tonight, and she’ll love me even more after she discovers what the surprise is.
The rest of the day flies by. I stop on the way home to get my new bottle of pills. Once home, I change my clothes. Brittany lets Lily out, and then we leave.
“I hope this isn’t the big surprise,” Brittany says when we stop at a fast food restaurant for dinner.
I laugh and throw a fry at her as I pull back onto the road. “No, it’s not.”
“Okay, good. How was your day, by the way?”
“It’s been good.” I’ve felt decent. “What about you?”
She shrugs. “Up and down. I’ve been able to sleep without taking sleeping pills, though.”
“Good sleep?” I ask.
“Mostly.”
“Well, that’s good. Rebecca settle things with her boyfriend?”
“After she made him grovel for days, yes. You’re probably going to hate me next week.”
“Why?”
“Midterms. Don’t you remember how I was last semester? You get to experience it in person this time.”
Now that she mentions it, I do remember. I had talked to her every single day, and she was a stressed-out, panic-induced mess. Hell, it stressed me out to talk to her and feel so helpless. I reach over to take her hand and give it a little squeeze. “I think you’re doing better this semester; maybe it won’t be so bad.”
She gives me a dubious look. “I doubt that.”
“That it won’t be so bad, or that you’re better?”
“Both.”
“You need to appreciate the good days you have, and acknowledge that you have them.”
“No therapist-mode tonight if you want to see what I’m wearing underneath these clothes.” I don’t get a chance to respond because she perks up as she reads the exit sign. “Where are we going? You probably should’ve taken another exit. Traffic’s insane because of the concert.”
