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sleep like shit, but yesterday completely sucked, and today is turning out to be just as bad. The last thing I want to do is try to look nice. I have nothing to wear and everything is horrible.
"Come on," she says. Amy marches into my bedroom and opens my closet, browsing through my clothes. "This." She throws a small black dress on the bed and grabs a pair of high heels to go with. "Wear this."
"That's too fancy for work."
Amy glares at me, one hand on her hip.
"Put it on, Violet. I'm not letting you out of the house to go to Wal-Mart dressed like that, much less to work. You might feel like shit, you might feel stressed, but you don't have to look it. If you actually want to figure out what's going on with your boy-toy, you're going to put this dress on, you're going to let me fix your hair, and you're going to waltz into work today and pull it together. Got it?"
I’m too tired to argue.
I nod and strip down, slipping the dress over my head. How did my little sister get to be so smart? I've always felt like I was the one who really had a handle on life. I was the strong one when Mom died. I was the wise one when Amy got pregnant. I was even the one who managed to keep it together when I quit my job, but today Amy is the one who has it all together.
And I feel like the loser who can't even get her relationship with her boyfriend right.
I end up being late to work, but no one notices. Paige is still busy from yesterday's cancellations, so she barely looks up when I walk into the office. I drop my purse off at my desk and check myself in the mirror. I look good. I look really good. You definitely can't tell that I spent the entire night crying or that I'm an emotional wreck, at least not by looking at me.
Sean's office door is ajar and the light is on.
Good. It means he's actually here today.
I walk slowly into his office, taking a deep breath. I'm ready, I tell myself. I can do this. Most of me doesn't believe it. Most of me is terrified that this is the part where he breaks up with me. Most of me is terrified that this is the part where he says I just wasn't that good at sex, that I'm not as pretty as he thought I was, or that I'm just a little too weird for him.
Sean is in the middle of a business call when I walk in, but he doesn't wave me away. Instead, he motions for me to climb onto his lap while he talks. Definitely not something a guy who is about to break up with me would do. Maybe I was overreacting.
Maybe.
I lean my head against his shoulder, comfortable and secure. This is how a romance should be. This is how a romance should look, and feel, and smell. My insecurities from the past day start to dissipate, albeit slowly, as I get comfortable during his call.
I close my eyes.
It's so close to perfect.
His hands run through my hair as he speaks, his voice strong and steady. After a minute, he hangs up the phone and kisses me before I know what's happening. His hands are on my body and he's running his tongue along the inside of my teeth. It's a new, wonderful, amazing sensation that makes trying to talk with him nearly impossible.
But then he stops kissing me and brushes my hair back.
"Hi beautiful."
"Hey," I say, placing my hands on his chest. I was wrong. I had to be wrong. I can't believe I freaked out so much over a day. When did I turn into such a paranoid weirdo?
I'm still sitting in his lap, still close enough to smell him. I'm close enough to be picturing us naked here together. If only there were more time. If only there was a way we didn't have to work today. I would drag him to bed and keep him there until dinnertime, worshipping his body until the sun set, making him forget all about yesterday, making him forget all about my freak out.
"What's on your mind?" He asks, obviously knowing that something is up with me. I'm not jabbering away like I usually do. I'm quiet and nervous. Honestly, I'm a little bit scared. What if he refuses to talk to me? What if he won't tell me what's going
"Come on," she says. Amy marches into my bedroom and opens my closet, browsing through my clothes. "This." She throws a small black dress on the bed and grabs a pair of high heels to go with. "Wear this."
"That's too fancy for work."
Amy glares at me, one hand on her hip.
"Put it on, Violet. I'm not letting you out of the house to go to Wal-Mart dressed like that, much less to work. You might feel like shit, you might feel stressed, but you don't have to look it. If you actually want to figure out what's going on with your boy-toy, you're going to put this dress on, you're going to let me fix your hair, and you're going to waltz into work today and pull it together. Got it?"
I’m too tired to argue.
I nod and strip down, slipping the dress over my head. How did my little sister get to be so smart? I've always felt like I was the one who really had a handle on life. I was the strong one when Mom died. I was the wise one when Amy got pregnant. I was even the one who managed to keep it together when I quit my job, but today Amy is the one who has it all together.
And I feel like the loser who can't even get her relationship with her boyfriend right.
I end up being late to work, but no one notices. Paige is still busy from yesterday's cancellations, so she barely looks up when I walk into the office. I drop my purse off at my desk and check myself in the mirror. I look good. I look really good. You definitely can't tell that I spent the entire night crying or that I'm an emotional wreck, at least not by looking at me.
Sean's office door is ajar and the light is on.
Good. It means he's actually here today.
I walk slowly into his office, taking a deep breath. I'm ready, I tell myself. I can do this. Most of me doesn't believe it. Most of me is terrified that this is the part where he breaks up with me. Most of me is terrified that this is the part where he says I just wasn't that good at sex, that I'm not as pretty as he thought I was, or that I'm just a little too weird for him.
Sean is in the middle of a business call when I walk in, but he doesn't wave me away. Instead, he motions for me to climb onto his lap while he talks. Definitely not something a guy who is about to break up with me would do. Maybe I was overreacting.
Maybe.
I lean my head against his shoulder, comfortable and secure. This is how a romance should be. This is how a romance should look, and feel, and smell. My insecurities from the past day start to dissipate, albeit slowly, as I get comfortable during his call.
I close my eyes.
It's so close to perfect.
His hands run through my hair as he speaks, his voice strong and steady. After a minute, he hangs up the phone and kisses me before I know what's happening. His hands are on my body and he's running his tongue along the inside of my teeth. It's a new, wonderful, amazing sensation that makes trying to talk with him nearly impossible.
But then he stops kissing me and brushes my hair back.
"Hi beautiful."
"Hey," I say, placing my hands on his chest. I was wrong. I had to be wrong. I can't believe I freaked out so much over a day. When did I turn into such a paranoid weirdo?
I'm still sitting in his lap, still close enough to smell him. I'm close enough to be picturing us naked here together. If only there were more time. If only there was a way we didn't have to work today. I would drag him to bed and keep him there until dinnertime, worshipping his body until the sun set, making him forget all about yesterday, making him forget all about my freak out.
"What's on your mind?" He asks, obviously knowing that something is up with me. I'm not jabbering away like I usually do. I'm quiet and nervous. Honestly, I'm a little bit scared. What if he refuses to talk to me? What if he won't tell me what's going
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