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He lays down in the bed and huffs.

“Do you want a lullaby, too?” I silence another giggle. I have to give him shit.

“Oh, ha-ha. Make jokes, but if you have to pee in the middle of the night, you will be glad that light is there.”

“I might be, if you had turned the bedroom light out before you laid down.”

He huffs again as he rolls from his bed to his feet and turns the light out. The darkness takes over and I look over to where he would be. As he walks by the nightlight, it shines up, casting shadows along every ridge of his torso.

I hope he can’t hear the slow trembling breaths I am trying to keep under control. The ache I am feeling at my core doesn’t help the situation. I turn over to face the wall and take a deep breath, counting to five slowly in my head before letting it out.

I hear him moving around the pullout bed. The metal squeaking and the covers being ruffled about. I peek over my shoulder and see that his feet are hanging off the edge of the bed and I do my best not to feel bad, but the poor guy is too tall for that little bed.

“Do you want to switch?” I ask him. I know I’ll fit fine on that bed, and he needs the extra leg room.

“Do what?”

I roll my eyes and sit up. I reach over and click the bedside light on. It shines just enough that I can see his face.

“I said, do you want to switch?”

He looks at me and then his eyes drop. They stay there a few seconds too long before I realize what he’s staring at.

“Oh, my God!!”

I pull the tank top up and over. Why do these shirts do that? He just got an eye full, and it wasn’t just side boob. He puts his hand in front of his eyes.

“I am so sorry; it was just staring at me. I didn’t know what to do.”

My cheeks flame with embarrassment and I pull the covers back up to my chin.

“Not look, that’s what you do.”

“Well in all fairness,” he peaks through his fingers at me. “You have a great tit.”

I bury my face in the blanket. “Tit?” The word coming out muffled.

“Well, I only saw one.”

“UGH.” I grunt and fling myself back down onto the bed, the blanket now covering every inch of me. I reach out just enough to turn the lamp off and roll over to face the wall again.

“So, we can’t switch?” he asks.

“No!” I am not getting out of bed again until morning and not until he’s in the bathroom and I can put a shirt on over this tank top.

He laughs and I bury my head farther under the blanket. I’ll never be able to look him in his eyes again.

Chapter 10

Sarah

Thenextmorninglooksno more promising than last night. I can hear Chris on the phone with the airlines, trying to figure out if we can fly out today.

“No. Yes. I understand,” he says. There is a long pause and this time before I sit up, I look over myself, making sure my clothes are where they are supposed to be.

“Will do. Thank you. Bye.”

“How did that go?” I ask him.

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