Chapter 8 September 1st
DelilahWorking with this man might be the end of me. I wasn’t sure the stunt in his bedroom was on purpose or an accident, even when he claimed it was an accident. He leaned toward me and it seemed like he was going to kiss me. Even though a part of me was begging for him to kiss me, I couldn’t have that. I needed to protect my heart from him. He hurt it once before and I wasn’t going to do that again. I pushed his wheelchair down the hall towards the kitchen.
“Are you hungry or want to watch TV?” I asked.
He grunted in response. I wheeled him into the kitchen and put the fixings for sandwiches on the counter where he could reach them. My phone vibrated in my pocket. “I got to get this.” Melanie’s name lit up the screen. I walked out to the porch.
“Hey girl,” Me
