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going to
get me in trouble. I’m forcing myself to turn around now,”
He turned, saying, “I have a new customer, wants some custom
work done on all of his cars and a bike, top dollar.”
    “That’s great,” I
grabbed the sweatshirt off the ground and shrugged it on. It hung to
just below my butt and I kept the hood on.
    “I thought so. And he has friends
who need work done as well. Things go right, I might be able to hire
another guy or two and free up some time during the day.”
    “Oh yeah?” I asked.
    He turned around at the bathroom
doorway, and said, “You know, to spend more time with you and
Sarah. Dinners and stuff like that.”
    “Yeah?” I said, steadying
my voice, “That’d be great, fingers crossed.”
    “Fingers crossed,” he said,
turning around and moving out of sight into the bathroom. After a
second, I heard the water turn on.
    My body slid down the door and I curled
into a ball. Tears coursed down my face.
    “What am I doing with my life?”
I whispered. Sobs ripped from my chest as I rolled forward onto the
ground. My face brushed against the shag carpet. It was disgusting
and I wanted to get up, but as the tears and sobs continued, I
couldn’t make myself.

Day
Zero: Ten O’clock

    I dug my fingers into the coarse carpet
as the ragged sobs continued.
    Hands grabbed me, and suddenly Cameron
lifted me into his arms and carried me across the apartment into my
room. He set me on my bed, curling up around me and holding me to his
chest.
    “This is so embarrassing,”
I whispered, my words broken with sobs.
    “Please, no, don’t be
embarrassed. I don’t want you to hide it from me.” He
kissed me on the back of my neck. “Can I be here for you, or do
you need me to go?”
    “Um…I… I think I’ll
go take that shower with you,” I said as I scrubbed at my face.
    “You sure?”
    “I’m sure. That carpet made
me all itchy,” I half-cried, half-laughed.
    “Yeah, I
hate your carpet. The people who own this complex are serious
cheapskates; it should have been re-carpeted years ago. Come on, I’ll
wash you,” he said.
    When I climbed off the bed, I realized
that Cameron was already naked and I had not noticed. I had obviously
lost my sanity for a minute there, because when Cameron was naked, I
was pretty sure all the angels in Heaven started singing.
    I ran my hands down the muscles of his
back as we crossed the hall into the bathroom, just because I could.
He smiled over his shoulder at me, a glint of white teeth.
    “You feeling a little better,
baby?” he asked.
    “Yeah,” I said.
    “Okay, I just need to do one
quick thing.” He turned, grabbing his phone which had been
sitting on top of a pile of his folded clothes on the bathroom
counter. He texted a message, then set the phone back. “Oh, and
don’t let me forget to give you your birthday present.”
    I looked down. “I thought you
already did.”
    “Funny girl,” he said.
Grabbing the bottom of my sweatshirt, he pulled it up over my head,
so that we were now both naked.
    Switching the faucet to the
shower-mode, he turned on the hot water, then the cold. Keeping his
hand under the flow, he turned his attention back to me. “What
I did to you in the living room was a present I gave to myself. I
have an actual real material present I bought for you.”
    “Oh, okay,” I said,
smiling—or trying to smile. “I love presents.”
    “I know you do. Here, come on
in,” he said, gesturing to the shower.
    Climbing in, I pushed my face into the
hot spray. The water pelted me, beating against my eyelids and
cheeks.
    “Here, get your hair wet,”
Cameron said.
    Bending my neck forward, I let the
water saturate my hair.
    Hands on my hips pulled me back a step.
There was a squirting sound, and then Cameron’s hands were in
my hair. He massaged soap into my scalp, rubbing his fingers from the
top of my head, behind my ears all the way to the base of my neck.
    A small groan escaped my mouth.
    His hands guided me around and