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partying your life away.”
    “In my teen years, I partied enough for a whole lifetime.”
    He tilts away. “For a whole lifetime?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me about these teen years.” He rubs his hands up and down the sides of my thighs, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else or even go back to my corrupt mistakes.
    “I usually don't tell my boss about those years.”
    “Clearly I'm not acting very boss-like right now. Let your guard down.”
    I shrug. “I guess it doesn't matter now anyway, since I won't be your babysitter after next week.”
    His smile transforms into a frown, but he doesn't say anything. I go ahead and tell him my story.
    “A drunk driver hit my mom as she walked across the street one night. It happened right before I entered high school. I'd never known my dad so when Mom died, I came to Miami from New York to live with my grandparents. I was so mad at the world and became the very definition of a party girl. I did lots of drugs, stayed out all night, and barely came home.” I get off the counter realizing the moment, whatever it was, had ended. “The only thing I did right, was go to school. No matter how drugged up I was, I dragged myself to class and made sure I graduated. The fact that Mom would've been so disappointed that I didn't, was enough to keep me going.”
    He smiles. “You did graduate and now you're in college. She would've been proud of you. What about your grandparents? Do you still visit them a lot?”
    “Both my grandparents died the day after my graduation.”
    “I'm so sorry.” He tried to hold me, but I moved away, not desiring his pity. “I had no idea you had lost so many people in your lifetime.”
    “It's been over three years now. I'm okay. Besides, my graduation day was one of the best days of their life. I remained sober and celebrated all night with them, playing cards and singing old rock and roll songs. Before they went to bed, they told me how proud of me they were and to continue with my education and if I did, I would get everything I ever dreamed of. They died in their sleep that night.” I held my hand up. “I'm okay with it. They're resting in peace together just like they always wanted it.”
    “You're strong.”
    “No. I just remember something my grandma would always say. No matter what you're going through, there's probably someone out there that has it even worse. When you think of it that way, I really didn't have it so bad. I was loved and taken care of.”
    “When did you stop doing drugs?”
    “The day they died. I had no one else and knew that if I continued down my party girl path, I'd be one of those drugged-up women prowling the streets in downtown Miami and handing out sex for cash. I checked myself into a drug rehab center and used the little money my grandparents left me to pay for it. I'm three years clean.”
    “Congratulations.” He quirks his eyebrows. “All this time, I've never asked you your college major or what you want to be.”
    “I have no idea yet, for now I'm just loving the ability to learn. I'm only taking courses to meet my general requirements.”
    “Then I'll make sure your severance package makes sure you can take your time learning.”
    “How much will it be?”
    He sighs, digs his hands into his pockets, and places a folded paper into my hand. “Here it is. I've been waiting for a good time to give this to you. I considered maybe putting it in a card and sliding it under your door like a coward, but I was too scared to even do that.”
    “Why were you so scared?”
    “My hands itch to touch you every time you walk by me. These last few days have been hell not seeing your face or hearing your soft voice.”
    Pretend he isn't saying this. Don't think about it too long. He's not mine to have. He won't let me.
    Averting my gaze from him, I open the check up. He's signed it over to me, but where the amount is supposed to be, he left it blank. “You didn't put any numbers there. Why