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11. Fingers and Art

I hug Chris tightly, he hugs me back as he rubs my hair repeatedly.

Each touch is like electric chords going up and down my body. It's great.

Isn't this a sweet reunion.

We let go of each other.

"What's up with all of the cash?" Chris asks me. When he first came in... he couldn't stop looking at it. It is just sort of out here in the open.

"Well, I have been saving up so that I could move out and I just counted to see if I have enough. I, of course would need to continue working, but I want to move to Denver so I'll have to look for another job. This is me trying to be prepared," I tell Chris.

He's silent for a bit as if he somehow has a problem with what I'm saying. "You want to live in Denver?" He asks and I nod.

"It's better than living here. I've lived here for six long years and I'm tired of it. I want to hit the refresh button," I reveal and then he slightly smiles as if he is suddenly pleased with my words I start at him strangely.

"What?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing... I'm just looking," I say and add, "I'm allowed to do that... right?"

He kisses me on the cheek and says, "Of course."

"You are just in time for Shanelle's wedding," I say. "It's in a week. Tomorrow, we are both going to Denver. I have to be fitted and I'm going to fit Shanelle, her two best friends and Faith into their dresses. I'll need to be fitted into mine, too. They are the brides maids and I am... well, the maid of honor."

"Did you make all of the dresses?" Chris asks.

"Of course, and I made the shoes as I told Shanelle I would. I did it for free, but at the same time... not really since she paid for all the fabric."

"That's great," Chris says. "Were you saving all of that money up the whole entire time that I was gone?"

"Yes and I literally did not spend a drop. Not on a new shirt, not on gas-"

Chris looks confused now. "Then how have you been paying for gas?"

"I've been using up my review money, but it's wearing thin now. I deleted my blog, it's not really a source of income anymore," I explain. He nods, letting me know that he here's me loud and clear.

I start to put my money back inside my shoe box.

"Honestly, it took a lot of will power not to spend any of this," I say and add, "Here has been my routine for the past 5 months. I go to work, work out, possibly take care of a dog, possibly take care of kid... possibly talk to you. I've written a few stuff, but that's pretty low. I have basically been doing nothing fun. The bacherellett party better be fun. Otherwise... God, just take my life already."

"I've been touring," Chris says.

"Yes, you have, but you like music," I say.

"So? It gets tiring... like for example... now... I currently feel like I'm going to fall over," Chris says.

"Then that means that you are going to have to take a nap before we have sex-"

"Wait-"

"I can not have sex with a tired man-"

"But-"

"No... buts," I push him onto the bed and he rolls his eyes. "You'll thank me later."

I saunter out of the room, grinning the entire time.