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“But—”
“No. No buts. If you can’t be real with me? We’re going to drift apart before I’m gone—and how fucking stupid is that?”
She sniffled. “I feel so out of control.”
“That’s because you are.” He wiped his thumb under her eye. “Neither of us is in control. And it sucks—and I’m glad you’ll miss me. I want to hear that. I… need to. Otherwise, I don’t know where you are, and my mind spins into places that are even darker, you know.”
As Lydia nodded, she looked down. Then she pulled the hem of her turtleneck out and wiped off the gas tank. “I’ve cried all over your bike.”
“It’s a Harley. It runs on the mournful tears of unforgettable women.”
She laughed. “That makes no sense.”
“Okay, fine. Plain old unleaded does the trick, but I was trying to be romantic. I’m not very good at that, though.”
Her smile was lopsided. “You do okay.”
“Not lately.” He ran his hand up her arm. “I miss that.”
“Me, too.” As his eyes went to her lips, shetouched them with her fingertips. “I miss… that part of us.”
“Me, too.”
As she reached out to him, her hands were gentle as they caressed his face and drifted onto his shoulders. For a split second, all he could think of was how withered he’d become, and the pain in his chest about how he couldn’t be a man with her anymore was nearly crippling. But then she was clasping his palm, bringing it forward… and cupping her own breast with his hand.
Daniel closed his eyes again, this time with reverence.
“Kiss me,” she said. “We don’t need to go any further than that. But just… let me feel your mouth on mine. Please.”
As he hesitated, the barrier of her robust health seemed just as much of an obstacle as his illness, the distance between them nearly impossible to cross. Except just as he had left the examination room down in the lab and ended up here without conscious thought… he leaned in to her with no clue that that was what he was going to do.
Daniel was suddenly just… there. Tilting his head. Closing the final inch. Putting his mouth…
… on hers.
Lydia’s lips were so soft, softer than he remembered, and as the sensation registered, he realized it was the first comforting feeling he had experiencedin—God, he had no idea how long it had been. And it wasgood. Caressing her mouth with his own, everything faded away, from the stiffness in his lower back, to the pain in his ribs and shoulder from the tumors, to the cold that he felt in his feet and hands. He stopped thinking about the blood tests. The results. The future.
The instant became all that he knew.
Oh, to put the burden down.
This was what he’d been searching for when he’d poured that Jack or tried to inhale that fucking smoke. This return to what he had once been—
All at once, he kissed her properly, licking his way into her mouth, spearing a hand through her hair, caressing her breast through her turtleneck and her bra.
And she moaned, as if she liked it as much as he did.
Moving his hands down to her waist, he wanted to pick her up and put her on his hips, but he didn’t have the strength. She knew what he was going for, however. With careful moves, she shifted herself into place as he inched farther back on the seat to give her some room. She had lost weight, too, her ribs more pronounced, the curves of her hips sharper—except he couldn’t think about the why of it all. Not right now. He wasn’t wasting this moment.
Continuing down her thighs, he remembered thefeel of them naked around him and the images that flooded into his mind consumed him. He saw her arching back as she orgasmed, her breasts rising up, her nipples—
Brrrrrrrrrr.Pause.Brrrrrrrr.Pause.Brrrrrrrr.
They separated and he leaned to the side. His phone was going off in his pocket, and thanks to his loose pants, it was vibrating on the seat.
Meanwhile, Lydia’s breath was pumping in and out of her, and he made sure to catch a mental snapshot of her with her face flushed and her lips parted.
“You better answer it,” she said. “In case it’s Gus.”
