The Truth is Contagious by Emily Goodwin

Let her know that she’s the only one for me. This is the second time I’ve cut it this fucking close, and it should be the second time the universe got up in my face and told me to just fucking tell Chloe the truth. It wouldn’t be wrong or weird if she answered my phone, told Stacey to hang on a minute, and came up to get me. I’m still hoping for biscuits and gravy.” “And I think I will have breakfast with my brothers. The gesture seems forced, and if I wasn’t drugged up, I’d think it was much weirder than I do right now. “No…no…I’ll, uh, I’ll talk to her.” His eyes close for a couple of seconds and then he meets my eyes and smiles. Sam swallows hard and looks at the wall behind me. “Do I need to fight a bitch?” I smile because I’m joking, though I do feel slightly possessive of my Sam. Does she still want you?” I slit my eyes open.

I think it’s in the same cabinet with all the medicine in the kitchen. Do you know if your dad has a thermometer anywhere?” “Go back to sleep, babe.” He kisses my forehead.

If I was going to get sick, there’s a good chance I’m infected already. We’ve had sex every day that you’ve been here and slept in the same bed. “Then you were already sick and contagious. “You didn’t feel well when you got off the plane, right?” he asks. I know you don’t get to see them very often.” “You can go have breakfast with your brothers,” I say, getting sleepier by the second. “Yes, five milliliters along with two Advils and one spoonful of honey.” I wrap the blankets around my shoulders, feeling chilled. “Please tell me you took the appropriate dose.” Sam makes a face, trying hard not to lecture me about taking prescription meds that aren’t mine.

“I found some cough medicine with codeine in the cabinet downstairs and now I feel all sleepy.” “Maybe after a nap,” I say, eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t think hiking would be a good idea.” “It’s sunny but chilly,” he tells me, looking out the window. I wanted to walk in the woods after breakfast.” “You sound terrible.” He sits up, blinking a few times. “Morning,” he grumbles, sliding his hand down my back. Rolling over, I have to quickly turn right back so I don’t cough in Sam’s face. I shouldn’t worry about it until I have all the details laid out before me, and I’m finding comfort in remembering all the things I didn’t like about the contract offered, which should be enough of a sign right there: don’t take the deal. I can’t expect him to do that, and I have no idea what my commitment will be to the show yet.

The Truth is Contagious by Emily Goodwin