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When he slid down my body, using his tongue as his guide, I closed my eyes, appreciating that I must have been a very good girl this year as Santa brought me everything I wished for...and more.
Six
The next day, Saxon andI are sitting by Samuel’s bed, arguing over who would win in a fight between Batman and Superman. I’m rooting for Batman, but Saxon is detailing all the reasons why I’m wrong. The conversation is beyond ridiculous, but it’s a nice change from sitting around and waiting, wondering if today is the day Sam might open his eyes.
“I cannot believe you’re rooting for Batman,” Saxon scoffs, leaning back in the plastic seat as he links his hands behind his head. His bulging biceps rival his hero. “Superman would win, hands down. The laser beams he shoots from his eyes would fry Batman in seconds.”
I stifle a laugh behind my hand. I can’t believe how passionate Saxon is about this. “Fine, Superman’s inhuman powers are impressive. But…” I emphasize, hushing his rebuke as I raise my finger. “Batman is far more intelligent and cunning than Superman. He would invent some kind of kryptonite gadget and then it’s bye-bye, Superman.”
Saxon folds his arms over his broad chest, the bright lights emphasizing his ink. “We seem to be caught in a deadlock. The only way to remedy this is to watch every Batman and Superman movie ever made, read their comics, and then have this discussion once again.”
I nod eagerly, as this means Saxon will have to spend more time defending Superman’s title.
Last night was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in days. I know it was a false sense of security, but it felt nice having Saxon there. I woke, afraid my house was empty, but the smell of coffee alerted me that Saxon was still there.
We rode in together in my Jeep, as I wanted to ensure Saxon left his bike at home so he couldn’t sneak off undetected. I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t help it. I meant it when I said he makes everything better.
“Sam’s idiocy must be rubbing off on you,” Saxon says, snapping my thoughts to the present. When I cock an eyebrow, he smirks. “Sam would always side with Batman. It’s a fight that’s still ongoing.”
His comment has me wondering what went wrong between them. Sam never divulged why they never got along, and I didn’t press. I could see how much it hurt him, so I let it be. Even when we were kids, Saxon made himself scarce. Whenever I came in the front door, I could put money on the fact that Saxon was leaving via the backdoor. I always thought he hated me because he was jealous that Sam was spending so much time with me. But now, I’m not so sure.
After yesterday, could it be Saxon felt Samuel was the favored child? Kellie didn’t hide her favoritism and made it more than obvious she was happy to see Saxon only because he was here to help Sam.
My curiosity gets the better of me. “Did you hate me?”
Saxon chokes on his Coke, mid-sip. He thumps on his chest, coughing.
I probably should have led in with something a little more subtle, but time is precious. Samuel lying in that hospital bed is proof of that.
“Did I hate you?” he repeats when he can breathe again. I nod. “What kind of question is that?”
“An honest one?” I offer with a shrug.
He seems to weigh up his response before replying, “No, Lucy, I didn’t hate you.”
“Then why did you practically run towards an exit whenever I entered the room?”
His smirk lights up his face. “I hardly ran.”
“Okay, walked briskly then,” I amend, smiling.
He runs a hand through his hair, leaving behind a mussed, but stylish mess. “I guess I didn’t want to be the third wheel. Sam made it clear you were his girl and that he didn’t want his older brother cramping his style.”
“You’re older by two minutes,” I state, rolling my eyes playfully. I don’t buy his excuse, however. “Did Sam tell you that? That he wanted you gone whenever I was around?” I don’t keep the surprise from my voice, as Sam always hinted Saxon kept away by his own will, not because Samuel asked him to.
Saxon pins me with those sea green eyes and I suddenly feel hot. “No, he didn’t, but I knew.” When he lowers his gaze, I know he’s not telling me something. He reveals what a second later. “One of the joys of being a twin is that most of the time, you know what the other is feeling, thinking, wanting, without speaking a word. I’m linked to someone who shares my DNA; I’m bound to share his thoughts, whether I like it or not.”
His comment has me leaning forward, sitting on the edge of my seat. “Did you know something happened to Sam before I called you?”
He exhales deeply, tonguing over the jagged scar on his lip. “I think so.”
Iwasright. If anyone can drag Sam from this coma, it’s Saxon. Excitement bubbles in my belly. “Can you feel him now?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound bat shit crazy.
That excitement gets shot to hell however when he frowns. “It doesn’t work that way, Lucy.”
He’s stalling and I know why. “Don’t bullshit me, Saxon. Just tell me the truth. I can handle it.”
I really wish I’d kept my mouth shut. He senses my resolve and sighs. “No, I can’t feel anything. It’s…quiet. It’s the strangest, most disconcerting feeling. I’ve never felt this before. No matter how many miles apart we were, I could always feel him. But now, I feel nothing.”
