Her nails were short, so her fingertips gently grazed my scalp. “I talked to Bobbi,” she said quietly, leaning in close so that I was the only one to hear what she said. You have done so much while giving me the space I need to heal and asking for nothing in return.”
She slid off the table and put a knee on the chair I was sitting in, then planted the other so she was straddling me, settling the beautiful, round globes of her ass in my lap as she slid her fingers through my hair. Then she glanced back down at her phone and started typing again. Emily wasn’t there, but Helen and Erin were. And then it all came back to me as I sat up straight in my chair. “Because I’m not boyfriend material,” I said, slightly altering the excuse she gave me a few weeks ago. I glanced back at Erin and caught her watching me, a small smile on her face despite the emotional task she was currently undertaking.