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Prescott.
“W-what…” My voice is raspy from sleep, so I clear my throat, but before I can try again, Prescott jolts upright as if he finally realizes that he’s not sleeping.
“Shit. You’re awake.” He looks around, but we’re the only two people in the room. “How are you feeling? Do you need me to give you something? Water? Maybe I should call a nur—”
Noticing the weight of his hand over mine, I tighten my fingers around his. My grip is weak, so painfully weak, but it does the trick, making him shut up and turn his focus on me.
“I’m fine. What are you doing here?”
Prescott’s tongue slides over his lower lip. “You’re here.”
You’re here.
As if it’s that simple. As if nothing has happened between us. As if these last few weeks didn’t exist.
You’re here.
“H-how did you find out?”
“Coach. Fuck, Jade, when I heard…” He shakes his head, his face twisting in pain. “When I heard you were in the hospital, it’s like something fucking broke inside me.”
“Prescott…”
“No,” he stops me, the desperation in his tone almost palpable. “I saw it all. All that we were, all that we could be, and then it’s like you were ripped away from me before we had a chance to do anything. Be anything. I lost you before I had you because of some stupid idea that if I walked away, I’d be safe. Well, I wasn’t fucking safe.” Another shake of his head. “I wasn’t fucking safe. And when I heard you were in the hospital, I realized I could lose you. Actually, lose you, and you’d never know…”
“You’re not losing me,” I whisper, my heart breaking a little bit, his pain almost like my own.
His hand cups my cheek, rough calluses skim over my skin as he presses his forehead against mine. “You don’t know that.”
“Well, I’m damn well trying to do everything in my power to live. I want to live.”
I need you to live, Jade.Even to this day, Mom’s parting words ring in my mind. They were barely audible as she was struggling to breathe.I need you to live, baby. Live, laugh, love. Do all the amazing things you want to do. Be happy.
“I want to live, Prescott,” I whisper once again, letting those words out for the first time since I realized I have cancer.
My admission.
Prescott watches me with those dark eyes. I can see the demons in them. The uncertainty. The fear. I can see it all because they’re mine too.
We don’t make false promises.
It would be just meaningless words, and we both know it.
We’ve both lived it.
“Jade,” Prescott whispers, his thumb caressing my cheek as he just stares at me.
And then his mouth is on mine. Slow and gentle. He kisses me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. As if he might lose me. As if I’ll disappear between his fingers like sand, scattered by the wind.
My lips parted, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. At the first touch, I let out a soft moan.
God, I missed this.
I missed him.
I missed his touch. His kisses. His taste.
