Chapter 37 I Like It Big(2)

• This method was slower, but I didn’t feel as helpless or dependent on him as I did earlier. I felt like I was also contributing. The idea of owing my boss anything motivated me all the way to my floor. We reached my door, and he stretched his hand for the key. No questions asked as I dropped it on his palm. He walked in first, then invited me in. Last time, he did the same thing. This was my place, not his. But I didn’t voice my thoughts.
• The smell of detergent and air freshener infiltrated my nostrils. The cleaner had been here. Waylen helped me to a couch, disappeared into my room, and returned with a pillow he placed under my foot. My words died on the tip of my tongue when he knelt beside the couch to inspect the damage.
• “It looks swollen.” He touched two fingers to my ankle and pressed softly. “Does it hurt?”