Cheering Me Up
Shay
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Ugh, my heeeaadddd. What in the f*ck did I do last night? My temples throbbed and I felt groggy. Flashes of last night, eating three edibles and drinking a whole bottle of wine. D*mn. I messed up. How did I get to bed? Speaking of bed, why am I alone? Did they not come home last night? Inhaling sharply, I sat up and then grabbed my head.
“I wonder if they found someone less dramatic,” I mumbled.
Sighing and a little heart broken, I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I was surprised to see it all clean. The tub was empty, no bottle of wine. My phone was still on the sink counter, but no song was playing. I tapped on it, there was thirty percent left, enough to see no messages or calls. It was nine a.m. Well, guess they’re at work from wherever they spent the night at last night. Luckily, I didn’t have to be at work this morning. I think I’ll just bake some cookies today. Lemon, chocolate chip, wedding cookies, frosted sugar cookies. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
I got in the shower and cried, of course. It wasn’t the cute couple of tears. No, it was ugly crying, sobbing my heart out because knowing they didn’t come home last night and not knowing where or who they were with, gutted me. But it was also kind of cathartic.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself because I was getting a little nauseous and I really didn’t want to throw up. I got out of the shower, brushed my teeth and hair and left that to air dry. I walked to my closet and threw on some gray sweat shorts and a white T. No bra, no underwear. I just didn’t care today. Why would I care? My relationship was obviously over. I pushed them too far. I gave myself too soon and
too much. Lesson learned.
Stepping into the kitchen, there was a note card and two tylenol on the island.
Hey Sunshine. I hope your head isn’t pounding too hard this morning. There’s some orange juice in the fridge and a parfait I made for you. It’s vanilla Greek yogurt, blueberries, raspberries and strawberries. There’s a small baggie of granola and mini dark chocolate chips next to the parfait in the fridge also. I didn’t think your tummy could handle anything too heavy this morning. At ten, Bryce has someone coming over, so don’t be alarmed when someone knocks on the door. You were adorable last night.
Bryson
I was adorable last night? So, they did come home? The smile that split my face was enormous. I felt a hundred times better. I was still going to bake cookies. I might even throw in some brownies too.
I got to work after eating my yummy parfait, and started humming. I started with the chocolate chip cookies and the brownie batter. Everything was running smoothly when a knock came, startling me. Was it ten already? I was just about to put in my last batch of chocolate chip cookies, but I set them on the
counter and went to answer the door.
“Hi, I’m Hanna.”
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A blonde woman with a giant black rectangular bag and a smaller bag stood in front of me.
“Um, hi, I’m Shay. Can I help you?”
* Point
“Oh, I’m here for your massage? I was hired to do a ninety-minute Swedish Massage and a thirty-minute
hot stone therapy.”
“Oh!” I stepped back and let her in.
“Where would you like me to set up?” she asked.
“Well, how much room do you need?” I asked.
She looked around wide-eyed.
“Your living room is huge, there is fine. I just need ten minutes, and then we can get started.”
“Okay, I was making some chocolate chip cookies, would you like one?”
“That’s sweet, maybe after the massages?”
“Okay.”
I went back into the kitchen and put the last batch in the oven. Ten minutes was perfect timing. So Bryce
hired me a massage therapist? What was going on?
The timer dinged just as Hanna said she was ready.
I took the cookies out and laid the man on the over top. Then I went to the living room.
“Here you go,” she said, handing me a notecard.
Pretty girl. You had a rough night last night. I want you to relax. Enjoy your massages with Hanna. I
already miss you.
Bryce
Short and to the point. I smiled, it was just like him.
I looked at Hanna. “I’m not wearing any undergarments.”
She smiled, “That’s fine. I prefer it that way. I’ll turn my back if you want to strip and get under the sheet however you want to start, face up or face down.”
She did just that and when I was ready I told her. I decided to start face up. She moved around adjusting the sheet, and then she moved off and started some music from some speaker she must have brought with her.
For the next forty-five minutes, I relaxed as she massaged my head, neck, shoulders, chest, arms, hands, legs and feet. She even folded the sheet to keep my modesty and put a towel over my chest to rub my stomach. When she was done with my front, she asked me to roll over. Then she started all over, starting with my head and working her way to my feet. When she shifted the sheets to expose my glutes, I moaned when she dug in there. I never knew getting an ass massage would feel so good.
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She told me she was going to start the hot stone therapy and if it was too hot to let her know. But it wasn’t. It was so f*cking good. My muscles literally felt like goo when she was done.
“Okay, Shay, I’m done. Wouldn’t you mind if I stepped into your kitchen to wash my hands?”
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“No, not at all, and grab some cookies or brownies or both. That was amazing. Thank you so much,” I said, looking up at her.
When she left, I reluctantly got off of her massage table. I dressed quickly back into my shorts and shirt and fluffed my now-oiled hair. I’m gonna need another shower.
I walked into the kitchen just as she was taking a bite of her brownie.
“Oh. My. God! This is to die for. My brownies never look or taste like this. What do you do to them?”
“Well, they’re homemade, and I swirl melted caramel, coffee, and I use melted butter instead of oil in my batter. There’s also another ingredient, but it’s a secret,” I said, smiling.
“These are sinful. Can I take another for the road?”
“You can take the whole batch. Let me get you a container I don’t need back. I’ll just make more. That
massage was amazing. My gift to you.
“You are the sweetest, thank you!” Hanna said happily.
She finished her brownie and packed up her belongings. I handed her a disposable container and thanked
her again.
I was so d*mn relaxed. I ran upstairs and took a quick shower, then got back to baking my goodies.
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I don’t know what was going on, but I was liking it. And the fact that Bryson and Bryce did come home last night, I felt so much relief. I must have just been out of it and didn’t
know they had come home.
Another knock two hours later after I had just got done with the wedding cookies, and the sugar cookies
had me excited to see what was next. I opened the door but no one was there. I looked down and saw a
black box with a huge purple bow on it. It was kind of big about the size of what my air fryer came in. I
bent to pick it up, and it had some heft to it. There were four golfball-sized holes on the side of the box. I
brought it into the house and set it on the coffee table in the living room. I picked up the card from the box and started reading.
We miss you so much when we are separated, and we realize we are surrounded by people to keep us occupied. But when you’re lonely and missing us, who do you have that’s just yours? We hope you like your new little friend. Bryce and Bryson
My new friend? I quickly undid the bow and pulled the box off.
“Oh my God!” I squealed. A cute little puppy slowly opened its eyes at my squeal. It stood and stretched and then became excited as I picked it up. I looked between its legs and squealed again. “I’m not the only girl in the house anymore. Hi my baby. Oh you are the cutest,” I said to my girl. She licked my face,
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