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She thinks for a few moments before continuing, “Well, your house has the giant bathtub, so that is a pointfor your place.”
“But you also said that you have trouble sleeping anywhere that’s not your own bed.”
She mulls over my words while biting her cheek. “You have a point. But last time, Idideventually get to sleep.”
“It’s up to you, sweetheart. If you want to stay here, I’m fine with that. Or if you’d rather go to your place, I’m good with that too. As long as I’m with you, I don’t give a shit where I lay my head.”
She thinks again. “Hmm. Well, your house is certainly cleaner than mine, and I’m sure people around here are less likely to know us. I say we just stay here.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“But I do want to stop by my place real quick. I can grab some clothes.”
I stop her. “While I’m fine with running by your place, I feel the need to tell you that I don’t intend on you wearing an abundance of clothing over the next few days.”
She smiles. “That sounds amazing, but I need to grab a couple other things like my contact solution and case. Last time I was here, I slept with them and regretted it the next day.”
“Okay,” I kiss the top of her head. “Let’s go ahead and go, so we can get back.”
As we get up off the bed, I walk over to her and wrap her in a hug. “Do you know how happy I am that you came over?”
“I think I have a pretty goodidea.”
***
“Dane, are you doing my dishes?” Michelle asks as she’s walking around, getting her stuff ready to go.
“Just figured I’d be useful,” I reply while rinsing off a bowl.
She stops walking and takes a few steps backwards. “Wait a second.” She looks around. “You cleaned the whole kitchen.”
“You wanted to take a shower when we got here. I needed to kill some time.”
“Remember when you told me you were a little anal and a bit of a Type A personality?” She asks.
“Yeah.”
“Did you short sell exactly how much of those things you were?”
I avoid eye contact. “Maybe a little.”
“Dane…”
“Do I like things neat and orderly? Yes. But it’s not a big deal if they’re not. I just don’t always do well sitting still, so I decided to help out.”
I finally look at her, and she’s smiling.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s just nice to know that maybe there are a couple cracks in that perfect exterior of yours.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find more cracks.”
She walks back to her bedroom, and a couple minutes later, I hear her let out a small scream.
I go running in and see her struggling to get a duffel bag off the top shelf of her closet. I walk overand grab the bag and make sure nothing else falls on her head.
“Thanks,” she says. “It sucks being short.”
