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“There’s no such thing as a menial job. People are quick to judge, but if we didn’t have people cleaning hotel rooms, or waitressing, or running fast food, or taking away our garbage, or one of a thousand other jobs that make the world run, where would we be?”
She smiles at me. “That’s what I think.”
“That’s what everyoneshouldthink.”
I’m not naive. I’m in a privileged position, but I’ve never understood people who think they’re better than anyone else. Just because I can throw a football doesn’t make me any better of a person than anyone else.
“I totally agree.” She squeezes my hand.
“How’s your dad these days?”
She shrugs. “Better than he was when I was growing up, but he still has his moments. He had back surgery about five years ago that really helped, and my mom says she’s seen a real difference since then. But sometimes I feel bad for my mom because there are still so many of my father’s debts they must reconcile.”
“Why?”
“She never had anyone to trust. No one had her back. She’s had my dad’s ever since they were married, but due to his addiction, he hasn’t had hers. Like she tackled life on her own.”
I pull her into me, wishing I could convey to her that she can trust me. I’ll always have her back and she doesn’t need to be afraid of that with me, but I stop myself because couples just fooling around don’t open their chests and promise their sex partner things.
“It sounds like you’re heading home for Thanksgiving?”
She nods. “I’m going to fly in and out of Wisconsin. I’ll barely be there for more than twenty-four hours, but it’s been a while since I’ve been home. I want to see my mom and my aunt.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun.”
I set aside my disappointment that she won’t be here for Thanksgiving. I’ll be staying in San Francisco. It’s not Thanksgiving up in Canada, and my brother is busy with the hockey season. Usually I hang out with some of the guys on the team who are still in town.
But this year I had hoped to spend the holiday with Shayna.
She frowns. “I’d invite you but…”
There are so many ways she could finish that sentence—but we’re just hooking up, but someone might see us together, but I don’t want you to meet my family. I’d rather not hear any of them.
I hold up my hand. “I’ll be fine here. Don’t worry about me.”
She nods. “Can we start this morning over? I feel like I really dragged the mood down with my sob story.” Shayna cringes.
I chuckle. “It’s not a sob story, it’s your life.”
She shrugs. “Still.” She drops the sheet and I’m distracted by her gorgeous tits as she slides over and straddles me. “We have a few days off. How will we fill our time?”
“Hmm. I can think of a few things.” I pull her nipple into my mouth with my teeth.
Her deep sigh echoes in my ears, but so does the sound of a ticking clock. I can’t help but feel as though we’re on borrowed time.
Thirty
Shayna
Iwake on the third day of bye week and know instantly that something is wrong. Even before I open my eyes, the pounding in my head and the cold sweat racking my body are my biggest clues. I squint against the light entering my bedroom through the open blinds. A moan leaves my lips and my limbs are so heavy, just bringing my arm up to cover my eyes is a struggle.
I’m about to drift back to sleep, but there’s movement beside me. That’s right, Lee stayed last night. We watched a movie and had sex on almost every surface in my apartment. It’s completely christened now.
“Are you okay?” Lee’s concerned voice asks from over me, but I can’t find the strength to open my eyes. The cool press of his palm lands on my forehead. “Jesus, Shayna, you’re burning up. Do you have a thermometer?”
“In the bathroom drawer.”
His weight shifts off the bed and I hear him rummaging through the drawers in my bathroom. A few minutes later, he comes back into the room. “Found it. You really need to organize your drawers.”
