out of my chest and I think I’ve stopped breathing.
“What?” I whisper, eyes wide, watching a single tear slip down his cheek. Shaking my head, I feel myself start to cry and can’t hold it back anymore. I’ve waited years to hear those words come from his lips. “Please don’t, Lane. Don’t just say this because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“I’d never do anything to hurt you on purpose, Al. Ever. I promise.” He shakes his head gently, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as I stare in awe, still trying to grasp on to what’s happening.
The minute he starts to move in for a kiss the door busts open and in barges Braydon with the worst timing ever.
“Jesus, those assholes are slow!” he announces as he drags in two wet bags of food. “It’s pouring out there, too, guys. Alexis you’re not leaving anytime soon,” he says, walking into the living room. All I can do it sit in Lane’s lap, staring into his wide eyes, and watch the smirk start across his face.
Lane
Bray’s always had the absolute worst timing ever, and he’s proven that twice now. Well… worst for me. I’m sure if he had it his way he’d have had Al already, but he’s not dumb… I’ve never told him, but he knows how I feel about her and if he doesn’t, then he should. I can’t stop myself from grinning, because saying those damn words finally took a weight off my shoulder. The look on her face when I said them made everything less stressful today.
Relief.
She was happy for a brief second, her lips felt so soft under my thumb and all I could think was how perfect they would feel to kiss, but of course, Braydon had to ruin that moment.
“What’s going on?” he asks, entering the room with a beer in hand. His eyes take in the sight in front of him and he cocks his head then grins. I’m sure it’s a sight, too. Al’s hair is a mess from me running my hands through it, her eyes are still locked on mine looking like she just got caught doing something very wrong, and she’s still straddling my lap. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m starting to sport some serious wood. “’Bout fucking time,” he mutters, then sits in the rocker across the room and crosses his ankle over his knee. “BUT,” he shouts, making Al jump and laugh. She slides off my lap gently, grinning as her leg brushes over my attraction to her.
“What?” I say, mimicking his crossed legs so he doesn’t notice the tent popping up.
“You guys talk it all out I guess?” He takes a sip of his beer, eyeing me curiously. He wouldn’t do anything about it right now, but I know the minute she leaves I’ll be getting the third degree from him.
“We talked about everything up until today. I know some things, but I don’t know everyhing the doctor told you guys,” Alexis speaks up, hopping up to grab a beer. “You want anything?” she asks me.
“No, I’m ok,” I say. Truth is, hangovers are ten times worse lately so it’s not really worth it. Maybe it’s got something do with the cancer.
“Well… I can tell you that Mr. Beautiful over there wasn’t paying much attention to the good ol’ doc today.” Braydon taps his temple, taking another drink. “I managed to maintain pretty much everything he said.”
“Then you can enlighten me as to what we’re facing here. A few weeks of chemo? Radiation? Pills?”
Braydon shakes his head and finishes his beer, then leans forward with his elbows on his knees.
“Late stage pancreatic cancer. It’s me tastasized, meaning the cancer resides in multiple organs. There’s a fear it might have spread to the brain and bones already, hence the bone scan and what-not scheduled for tomorrow.”
Alexis gasps at the mention of it being that far… that bad. I heard the doctor’s words, I remember everything that he told me, but it’s all starting to hit home that this might be it. This could be the end of my life and I’m not fucking ready. That damn ball is back in my throat and I
“What?” I whisper, eyes wide, watching a single tear slip down his cheek. Shaking my head, I feel myself start to cry and can’t hold it back anymore. I’ve waited years to hear those words come from his lips. “Please don’t, Lane. Don’t just say this because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“I’d never do anything to hurt you on purpose, Al. Ever. I promise.” He shakes his head gently, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as I stare in awe, still trying to grasp on to what’s happening.
The minute he starts to move in for a kiss the door busts open and in barges Braydon with the worst timing ever.
“Jesus, those assholes are slow!” he announces as he drags in two wet bags of food. “It’s pouring out there, too, guys. Alexis you’re not leaving anytime soon,” he says, walking into the living room. All I can do it sit in Lane’s lap, staring into his wide eyes, and watch the smirk start across his face.
Lane
Bray’s always had the absolute worst timing ever, and he’s proven that twice now. Well… worst for me. I’m sure if he had it his way he’d have had Al already, but he’s not dumb… I’ve never told him, but he knows how I feel about her and if he doesn’t, then he should. I can’t stop myself from grinning, because saying those damn words finally took a weight off my shoulder. The look on her face when I said them made everything less stressful today.
Relief.
She was happy for a brief second, her lips felt so soft under my thumb and all I could think was how perfect they would feel to kiss, but of course, Braydon had to ruin that moment.
“What’s going on?” he asks, entering the room with a beer in hand. His eyes take in the sight in front of him and he cocks his head then grins. I’m sure it’s a sight, too. Al’s hair is a mess from me running my hands through it, her eyes are still locked on mine looking like she just got caught doing something very wrong, and she’s still straddling my lap. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m starting to sport some serious wood. “’Bout fucking time,” he mutters, then sits in the rocker across the room and crosses his ankle over his knee. “BUT,” he shouts, making Al jump and laugh. She slides off my lap gently, grinning as her leg brushes over my attraction to her.
“What?” I say, mimicking his crossed legs so he doesn’t notice the tent popping up.
“You guys talk it all out I guess?” He takes a sip of his beer, eyeing me curiously. He wouldn’t do anything about it right now, but I know the minute she leaves I’ll be getting the third degree from him.
“We talked about everything up until today. I know some things, but I don’t know everyhing the doctor told you guys,” Alexis speaks up, hopping up to grab a beer. “You want anything?” she asks me.
“No, I’m ok,” I say. Truth is, hangovers are ten times worse lately so it’s not really worth it. Maybe it’s got something do with the cancer.
“Well… I can tell you that Mr. Beautiful over there wasn’t paying much attention to the good ol’ doc today.” Braydon taps his temple, taking another drink. “I managed to maintain pretty much everything he said.”
“Then you can enlighten me as to what we’re facing here. A few weeks of chemo? Radiation? Pills?”
Braydon shakes his head and finishes his beer, then leans forward with his elbows on his knees.
“Late stage pancreatic cancer. It’s me tastasized, meaning the cancer resides in multiple organs. There’s a fear it might have spread to the brain and bones already, hence the bone scan and what-not scheduled for tomorrow.”
Alexis gasps at the mention of it being that far… that bad. I heard the doctor’s words, I remember everything that he told me, but it’s all starting to hit home that this might be it. This could be the end of my life and I’m not fucking ready. That damn ball is back in my throat and I
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