Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
The heat is bonding and fusing us, and we are becoming one. Her eyes begin to flutter open and closed when I fuck her even faster. The bed is whining. She sinks her hands into her ample tits, turning her creamy skin red in love marks. I grunt as seed boils, building up like it’s getting ready for one big explosion.
“Oh, oh, oh.”
On the third, oh, I know her orgasm is about to slam into her, about to take control of her whole body. There’s a good few seconds between when she realizes, and I feel it in the pulsing of her perfect slit.
She almost screams, but then she must remember her mother. She covers her mouth with one hand, moaning loudly through her tightly clasped fingers. I fall atop her as the seed explodes out of my dick, so much of it pumping out of me I feel lightheaded. I feel like, finally, everything makes sense.
I’ve lived my life coldly and logically. This is the opposite. This is pure heat, pure impossibility, and pure wild perfection.
Once I regain my breath, I lie gently next to her, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. She finds my lips and kisses me deeply, sounding giddy with her release. “I love you so much. You were always my knight in shining armor. I know this wouldn’t have been as special with anybody else. I don’t care what anybody would say if they heard me say that. It’s the truth.”
“I feel the same.” I kiss her again. “You’re one of a kind, Lily.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LILY
Isit in the doctor’s office with Landon, gripping his hand tightly as we look across the large, somewhat imposing desk from his doctor. Doctor Gallivan is a serious man who’s giving me bad news vibes. On the way here, I wondered if Carter, the director, or somebody else from work might have spotted us together, as irrational as that sounds.
We still have to deal with that, but it doesn’t matter as we sit here now.
“Your first doctor was …” The doctor leans forward with a sigh. “… slightly eager in his diagnosis. All your tests are showing signs of Schwannoma.”
“What’s that?” Landon says, and I hear him trying to hold back his hope. I do the same, trying not to let the warmth bubbling inside overwhelm me.
“It’s a rare type of tumor that forms in the nervous system. Schwannoma grows from cells called Schwann cells. Schwann cells protect and support the nerve cells of the nervous system. Schwannoma tumors are often benign, which means they are not cancer, but in rare cases, they can become cancer. Doctor Coleman shouldn’t have told you that you definitively had cancer.”
“So … I don’t?” Landon sounds almost boyish in his budding excitement. It brings a big smile to my face, hearing him like this. “Mine aren’t cancerous?”
“No,” the doctor says, “but we will monitor you over the coming months and years to ensure that it remains that way.”
“Wait.” Landon massages his forehead. “Years?”
The doctor finally smiles. “Yes, Mr. Cross, years.”
As soon as we’re alone in the doctor’s office hallway, I throw my arms around Landon and hug him tightly. I don’t even stop to think that somebody who might know me could spot us. I don’t think about anything other than he’s not going to die.
“Years,” he murmurs, “not months …”
“Are you going to sue?”
He tilts his head at me. “Sue? Without that misdiagnosis, I never would’ve gone to The Row. I never would’ve seen you.” He takes my hands in his, holding me warmly. “I never would’ve fallen in love. I would’ve just kept going on autopilot: cold, empty, living from one day to the next with no thought about what the hell I honestly want.”
“I love seeing you like this,” I murmur, my chest feeling bright with joy. It’s like a star is in me, beaming light and heat.
“I just can’t believe it,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “I don’t have to leave you. I don’t have to think, every second we’re together, that there’s no way we can have a future together. I don’t have to feel guilty because falling in love means leaving you behind, leaving you to grieve.”
I jump into his arms, kissing him. He holds me up, moving against the wall. I wrap my legs around him. When we hear a door open down the hallway, he quickly puts me down, just in time for a nurse to walk by us.
“Maybe we should go somewhere more private?” I whisper.
He smirks. “Now there’s an idea …”
During the car ride back to his apartment, he says, “I’ve just realized. We’re not out of the woods yet, are we? We still have to think about your work. If Carter finds out we’re together—”
“I don’t want to think about that,” I confess. “I know it’s selfish, but we’ve got the rest of the weekend ahead of us. Let’s focus on the next hour, the next minute.”