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A slight shift up caused the backs of his fingers to brush under my breasts. I flinched and cooed.
I'd wanted my mom more than anything at that moment. Chris had come home from work to find me in bed.
When one of his hands caressed my cheek, I lifted my gaze. We locked eyes for a moment, both of us seeming to try to catch our breaths.
That maybe I was a long-lost son. " Every now and then, his body would shift as he talked.
"That's it, Holly.
The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman. But there was no sign of Chris.
But there was no sign of Chris. I moped around the house, thankful that my new schedule did not include weekends.