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Chase leaned over, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “He gets tired a lot, now.”

I reached behind me to run my fingers through his velvety hair. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay. I’m thankful that we have him with us today.”

I nodded. “Me, too.”

When Beverly returned, she began stuffing the rest of the scraps of wrapping paper into the garbage bag. “I’m going to start prepping everything for later.”

“I will be in to help you, soon. I just need to give Chase his present.”

She smiled. “Take your time.”

Chase’s eyebrows pushed together as I dragged him out the front door and up the stairs to my apartment. “I told you not to get me anything.”

“Says the boy who built his girlfriend a car.” I kept pulling his arm until we were standing in my bedroom. I pointed to the top drawer in my dresser. “Open it.”

Besides the several wrapped presents sitting inside, the drawer was empty.

“Where did all of your clothes go?” he asked, pulling out the presents and setting them on the bed.

“I hung them in the closet. The top two drawers are yours.”

He looked at me, confused. “What do you mean, mine?”

“I felt bad that I took the apartment that could have gone to you, and you made that comment about sleeping together more often… now you don’t have to keep running to your house to get your things whenever you want to stay over. Open the rest of your presents.”

He tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a toothbrush, deodorant, shampoo, and soap – in all of the brands that he used. His smile lit up his face.

“I mean, they don’t compare to a car or anything…”

“Stop.” He pulled me over to him and took my face into his large hands. “This gesture means more to me than any expensive gift. It means you want me to be around more.”

“Yeah. I figured I needed someone here to kill the spiders once the spring comes.”

He slapped my ass and pulled me against him. “You’re real funny, you know that?” He slammed his lips into mine.

Since the first time we had kissed, each kiss was more passionate than the last. Our desire for each other was building up, like a smoking volcano preparing to erupt. It never seemed like the right time, especially not today with his family waiting for us to return. I wondered when our time would come.

Guess I’m taking another cold shower, I thought to myself.

18

The Sad Part

“What did Brody get you?”

“Well, it doesn’t compare to a car, but he gave me a beautiful necklace.”

“That’s great, Shell. I can’t wait to see it.”

“Are you guys coming for New Year’s or what? I need a head count.”

“I don’t think so. It all depends on how Tim is doing.”

“Do you think he will make it until then?”

I sighed. “It’s not looking good. The doctor recommended Hospice.”

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