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There were no words that seemed to satisfy what needed to be said. I was standing in an alternate reality.
His lips pressed against the top of my head, and one hand stroked my hair. The more steady beat of his heart beneath my ear was calming, breaking through the pounding of my own in my head.
The morning was just a constant repetition of trying to be a better salesperson than Chris.
I didn't sleep well that night due to the usual, boisterous theatrics of the oblivious couple in the next room.
It had moved into this room.
Over an hour later, I was still rocking back-and-forth when Chris pulled into the lot.
Nothing like that happened.