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  “Yeah! My counts are better than Dr. Olson was expecting at this point and she doesn’t want to wait. The only thing that sucks is that she doesn’t know when I can have visitors. You can come with me in the morning, but once I’m brought to my room it may be days or weeks before I get to see you. It just depends on my immune system and labs.”

  “I’ll be right here waiting. Just think of all the books you’ll get to read,” he says with a laugh.

  “You going to miss me?” I ask.

  “Nah.” I can see him fighting to keep a straight face.

  “Not even a little?” I pout.

  “Nope.”

  “What if I’m going to miss you?”

  “You’re just going to miss my body.”

  “Not true. Okay, maybe a little true.” He nudges me playfully when I say that part. “Okay, I was kidding!”

  “Will you at least send me naughty pictures?” he asks.

  Laughing, I shake my head. “No! But maybe, if you’re good, I’ll sext you.” I giggle.

  His eyes perk up at the thought. “I like where this is going. Maybe you should give me a preview now.” He whispers into my ear, pulling me closer.

  I close my eyes at the feel of his breath against my neck.

  “Come on, Aundrea. Say something … dirty.” His wet tongue is on my earlobe. Sucking it into his mouth, he bites down hard, and I moan. My heart starts to pound, and I’m sure he can hear it over my suddenly labored breathing. “Tell me. Tell me what you would say to me. What you would do to me.”

  He starts to kiss down my neck, bringing one hand between my thighs and forcing my legs to uncross. His other hand grips me around the waist tighter. “Aundrea …”

  Closing my eyes, I find my voice and whisper faintly, “I’d tell you how I wish you were with me.”

  “What would I be doing to you if I were there?”

  “Your hand between my legs would be replaced by your mouth.”

  “Do you want my mouth between your legs?” Do I ever!

  I nod, and his hand slowly begins to move in small circles, rubbing against me through my jeans, the ache between my legs getting stronger.

  “Tell me, Aundrea.”

  “Yes. I want your mouth on me Parker. Right. Now.”

  He stands effortlessly, lifting me with him in one swift movement, then placing me on his desk. He sits in the chair, scooting it closer. Reaching up, he unbuttons my pants and pulls them down until they reach the floor, followed by my ballet flats. His eyes never leave mine as he lightly pushes me flat against the desk. He rests my legs on each side of the chair. My hands reach for the edge of the desk in anticipation and I squeeze tightly.

  He glides his hands up my legs to my pale pink thong. He pulls it down slowly, trailing kisses down my thighs as he guides my underwear all the way to my ankles. He doesn’t stop kissing my leg as he lifts one of my ankles and grabs my thong with his other hand, tossing it to the floor.

  I quiver at the thought of him touching me with his tongue. I feel his mouth above me, a cool breeze on my bare skin; then the tip of his tongue moves slowly up my wet center. He licks me in smooth strokes up and down, between my folds and around my swollen bud.

  “Fuck, Aundrea. You’re dripping wet.” I moan at his words, letting my head fall off the back of the desk, causing my wig to fall to the floor. He starts to move his tongue faster, making sure to touch every part of me, and I tremble with each movement.

  “Parker.” His name falls from my mouth hoarsely. He continues to flick his tongue and his fingers slide into me. My breath hitches in my throat and I buck my hips, rocking against him. His hands grip me tighter, guiding me against his face and fingers.

  As I try to bite down on my lips to keep the moans from getting louder, Parker picks up speed, forcing my cries out.

  “Shh, babe.”

  “I can’t. Oh, God. Parker.”

  I can feel my inner muscles tightening around him.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  My climax starts building within me, sending electrical waves through my body. Panting loudly, I try to catch my breath to speak, “Parker. I’m going to …”

  “I know, baby,” he says as he pauses to speak.

  “Don’t stop!” I shout, and he immediately makes contact again, sending me over the edge.

  Chapter Twenty

  “You don’t have to say anything, Aundrea. I get it. You’re scared, but just because you can’t see your future, doesn’t mean I can’t. I see it clearly because I can see mine.”

  One week after I enter the hospital, my blood counts are high enough for my immediate family to come visit me. They are given strict instructions as to what they can and cannot bring into my room, as well as a strict time limit for their visit. Parker had yellow roses, my favorite, sent to my room with a small note: “ Thinking of you.”

  Parker comes to visit the second week. I’m not sure how he persuaded the nursing staff to let him into my room, but I make sure to thank them numerous times. We are given specific instructions not to kiss, as my immune system is still weak and I can’t risk catching anything. One of the nurses makes special rounds on my room just to make sure we are obeying.

  He helps me set up an app on my Kindle so that we can video chat, and as soon as he leaves he chats me.

  Over the next days, he brings me with him wherever he goes via video chat: the car, clinic, his house, and, once, to the grocery store. One night we watch the Wild game together, and the next night he puts on a movie at his place, props his IPad up, and we watch it together. Of course, we talk the entire time.

  It’s as if we’re never apart.

  There are times he calls me to see what I’m having for dinner, then insists on making the same thing. The second time he visits he surprises me with Chinese food, which, unfortunately, doesn’t go unnoticed by the staff for long. The smell of the fresh noodles, vegetables, and chicken fills the room and wafts down the hallway. The charge nurse takes it away because it can bring in bacteria. Blah. Blah. I just roll my eyes as she walks away with my lo-mein.

  The best surprise is the day he has a book delivered to my hospital room.

  “Parker!” I scream into the phone.

  “Yes?” he asks, laughing.

  “How did you know to get me this?” It’s the second book in the paranormal series I’ve been reading.

  “I noticed you were reading the first one, and this one was just released, so I thought you’d enjoy it.”

  “Thank you! I can’t wait to read it.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  I have more blood tests and, in the third week, a spirometry test to check my breathing. My blood counts are coming back right on track, but my blood pressure has been increasing and my heart rate is rapid. Dr. Olson puts in a consult for a cardiologist to see me who, in turn, orders an echocardiogram and an EKG. My parents are concerned when I tell them the results showed tachycardia. Despite the nervousness in their voices, I tell them to stay home. There is no need to panic or freak out before I even have news myself.

  I meet with a cardiologist who starts me on beta blockers to help with my heart rate. He explains that with the chemotherapy elevated heart rate is not uncommon, and explains that I may not need to be on them long. He isn’t too concerned, but insists I be monitored closely, and orders a full heart workup after my release, when all my counts are within normal range.

  After four weeks in the hospital my last night has arrived and Parker video chats me.

  “Hi, you!” I sit up with excitement.

  “Hey, yourself. Miss me yet?”

  “Of course. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”

  “Tell me about it. You all packed and ready, or did you fall madly in love with one of the cute doctors there and decide to stay?”

  “Eh …” I shrug, trying to keep a straight face, but it doesn’t last long.

  “I miss you, Aundrea.”

  “Me too.” I smile. “What are you doing?”
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  “Just got done running some errands. I stocked the fridge with your favorite foods. I know you haven’t seen your family, but I thought you could come to my place tomorrow? If you want.”

  “I would like that.” A nurse walks into my room, asking to take my blood pressure. “Parker, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

  “Of course. Noon, right?”

  “Yes.”

  He gives me a wink and I blow him a kiss.

  Parker meets me on Thursday afternoon, along with my family. It has been a week since I last saw him in person, and a long four weeks since I’ve been able to come into close contact with him.

  “Hi!” I exclaim, jumping into his arms at the nurse’s station and almost knocking him over.

  I push him so hard that a gust of air leaves his lungs. Wrapping his arms around me, lifting me up, he laughs, “Hello, beautiful.”

  “I’ve missed you,” I whisper as he squeezes me even tighter.

  “Me too. So fucking much,” he whispers back, giving me multiple kisses on my face and lips, not caring who is around.

  Setting me down by the counter, tears spring to my eyes. When one escapes he brings his thumb up to wipe it away.

  “Thank you, for being here.”

  “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

  Another tear falls, but I wipe it away quickly.

  My parents and Genna arrive, and I hear the cries and shrieks coming from down the hall. As I hug them all, Parker never lets go of my hand.

  Everyone waits for me to finish all my discharge paperwork. Parker doesn’t take his hands off me. He’s either rubbing my back, holding my hand, or keeping his arm wrapped tightly around me. As much as it makes it more difficult to finish my paperwork, I don’t move away from his touch.

  I have to have a follow-up appointment with Dr. Olson next week, and another echocardiogram in four days, followed by an appointment with Dr. James, the cardiologist.

  “Are you ready?” Parker asks.

  “You have no idea.”

  Keeping his arm around me, he tucks me to his side, as if we can’t get close enough. “I’ve missed having you this close to me.”

  “I’ll be close to you all night. I promise.”

  “I was hoping that was in the cards for the evening.”

  My parents offer to take me out to dinner and celebrate, but I turn them down. I just want to spend time with Parker. They appear sad when I explain that to them, but understand. I promise to see them tomorrow.

  When we make it back to his place, Parker helps me get settled and puts my clothes in the wash.

  “Are you hungry? I can make us something. I rented a movie too.”

  “I’m not that hungry, but maybe some popcorn with the movie.”

  I walk into his bedroom, slipping my wig off and wash my face. My hair hasn’t started to grow back. There is some fuzz scattered on top of my head, but it looks as if I’m a fifty year old who has a hormonal imbalance with hairs of different textures growing randomly.

  Finding a shirt in Parker’s closet, I sort through his dresser drawers in search of a pair of boxers to wear. Once I’m changed, rinsed, and comfortable, I head back out into the living room where he’s waiting for me on the couch. The aroma of popcorn fills the room and my stomach starts to growl.

  “Do you have any pickle juice?” I ask, making my way into the kitchen.

  “Pickle juice?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s a negative. I don’t like pickles.”

  Halting mid-stride, I turn around and walk back into the living room. “You don’t like pickles? How did I not know this?”

  “No?” He speaks hesitantly as if he’s afraid he’s saying the wrong thing.

  Who doesn’t like pickles?

  “What?” he asks, looking around the room like he’s ready to go into battle.

  “I can’t eat popcorn without pickle juice.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I always have pickle juice with my popcorn.”

  “Uhh …”

  Walking back into his kitchen, I open the fridge to see what I can put with my popcorn. I remember Genna putting lemon pepper on it once, and it tasted good, so I look for that in his cabinet.

  I love popcorn, but I can’t eat it with just plain butter. There needs to be flavor with it. Caramel, cheese, pickle juice, or … lemon pepper!

  Parker watches me with wide eyes as I sprinkle the seasoning over the popcorn, making sure to coat every kernel.

  “Easy there, woman.”

  Shrugging, I put the cap back on setting it on the coffee table. Grabbing a handful, I place a few kernels in my mouth. The potent and tangy taste of the lemon fills my lungs as I breathe it in, causing me to end in a coughing fit.

  “That good, huh?” he laughs.

  I laugh with him between bites. “Yeah, it’s not bad.”

  “So … pickle juice?”

  “Don’t knock it ’til you try it. That shit is amazing.”

  “Who came up with that odd combination?”

  “Genna,” I say, grabbing another bite.

  “And this?” He motions toward the lemon pepper-covered popcorn.

  I shrug.

  “I think I saw Genna do this once.”

  After insisting Parker try it, he lets out a small reluctant sigh. “The things I do for you.”

  We end up spending the night snuggled up on the couch. I watch the movie while he watches me. Whenever I look over at him, he just gives me a small smile. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and he never lets go of my hand. Eventually, a heavy feeling creeps over my eyelids and I drift off to sleep.

  I wake up in Parker’s arms in the middle of his soft mattress. He’s sound asleep on his back with his arms stretched high above his head. Without disturbing him, I make my way into his bathroom to take a shower.

  I smile when I see the baby pink toothbrush next to his green one.

  Halfway through my shower, strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back toward a hard chest.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” I feel a quick kiss on the back of my head before I’m being turned around. His facial hair is a little longer than normal, but not quite a full beard.

  His hand on my waist pulls me closer.

  “I enjoy waking up with you here.” His voice is calm. The sound of the running water washes out the sounds of my beating heart as I wait for him to make the first move.

  “Me too.” I can feel his arousal against my thigh.

  My breath catches when his teeth come down to bite my right shoulder.

  Four weeks away from him has been complete and utter torture for me. I can feel the tears sting my eyes at the thought of how much I truly missed him.

  Pulling his head up to meet mine, I bring my mouth to his. My arms wrap around his slippery neck for balance. His fingers dig into my waist, pulling me closer to his hardness pushing between my thighs.

  “Parker,” I moan into his mouth when his fingers come to rest between my legs, separating me.

  “I got you, babe.” His fingers slip inside of me. Letting my head fall back against the shower wall, I open myself wider for him. “That’s it, baby.”

  Parker covers my wet body in kisses as his fingers move inside me. The pressure builds fast around his fingers. Rocking into him, I ride out the shocks. I feel Parker move inside me. His arms come around my back, pulling me closer. He pushes me up against the shower wall with the hot stream falling onto his back and splashing in my face. He moves fast and hard inside of me, causing me to cry out.

  “Right there. Don’t stop.”

  “I’m not fucking stopping.” He thrusts into me harder and I feel my body giving way underneath him. His hand moves to grip my waist, keeping me from sliding farther down. “I love you, Aundrea. God, I’ve missed you.”

  “Me too. So much.”

  When he tenses and a loud moan escapes his lips, I kiss the side of his head.

  He stays inside me,
not separating us. “Shit, I’m an ass.”

  “Why?” I ask into his shoulder.

  “Because I got carried away. I hope it wasn’t too rough for you.”

  Bringing my hand up to his face, I cup his cheek. “No, I don’t think it could ever be rough enough with you,” I say with a wink.

  “Woman,” he groans. “You never cease to amaze me.”

  “You just wait.”

  Giving me a quick kiss, he pulls out of me.

  We spend the remainder of our shower cleaning one another between small kisses.

  Later that evening, after spending the afternoon with my parents, Parker is reading an article on the latest surgical advancements in the animal world while I finish some online course work that I’ve put off.

  “Want to go out tonight?” he asks.

  “Uh, not really.” I don’t look up at him when I reply.

  “You haven’t been out in over a month, Aundrea. Let me take you out. We can do whatever you want.”

  “I’m okay right here, I promise.”

  He sets the journal he’s reading down on the coffee table. “You can’t hide forever.”

  “I’m not hiding.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Then what do you call this?”

  “What?” I look over to meet his eyes.

  “Sitting in the house? Not leaving?”

  “Parker, I just got out of the hospital. It’s unfair to say that I’m not leaving when I just got here.”

  “You don’t want to go out and celebrate? Dancing? Dinner? The mall? Bookstore? Anything?”

  “No.” Actually, I do miss the bookstore.

  “Well, too bad. We’re going out.”

  “I can’t!”

  “Yes, you can.”

  “Have you not noticed my face, Parker? I am missing hair! It’s growing back in weird spots. I look like a damn freak. Who wants to see that?”

  All I can think about is Jean’s party and someone asking what happened to me. I don’t want to be put in that situation again.