Page 46 of Imperfection is Beauty

Marcus –Good. Felt like shit that you were there with no help.

Me –Nope, then you would have seen me snorting just now.

Me –I’m okay. Not the first time I’ve done something so stupid and suffered through it.

Marcus –Still. You need anything?

Me –No. That’s very sweet. But I think I’m going back to bed. I didn’t sleep that great.

Marcus –Okay Shortcake. You get some rest. If you need me, just let me know.

Me –Thank you.

Marcus –Welcome.

Me –Are you always this nice?

Marcus –Thought you were going to sleep?

Me –Just answer the question, please.

Marcus –No.

Me –No, you don’t want to answer. Or no, you're not this nice?

Marcus –I’m this nice when it’s with someone important to me.

I totally just left him hanging, but what the hell did that even mean?

He’s married. Freaking married. Right?

I mean, he did say that when I was ready to fall, he would catch me… did he mean… fall in love with him?

And then his text message?

Grr. I really need to ask him.

Too bad I’m a chicken shit, and don’t bother with it, well, that is until it’s way too late.

Unable to go back to sleep, I tossed the covers aside and then went to the bathroom.

Once I was done in there, I headed to the kitchen.

And the moment I opened the fridge, I wanted to groan.

Of course, today of all days, I had planned to go grocery shopping, so I had cleaned my fridge out yesterday morning in lieu of my restock today.

And there was way in hell I felt up to going to the grocery store and having everyone and their brother looking at me all funny-like.

Then a thought occurred to me, I can have food delivered, but it costs to do all that, and if I want to be able to afford the house I want, then I have to watch my budget.

I thought about asking Betty to run to the store, but she was at work.

Dad was too far away.

And then… He did say if I needed his help that he would be there.

Heading back to my room, I tagged my phone, then made my bed, and of course, sat on it once I was done.

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