I get my bag and gather the things I’ve left on the bathroom sink.
We aren’t sure. Natalie can’t fly. He may drive up.OK, I say. I don’t know what else to add. I have so many questions that I feel lost about which one to ask first. So I just go with the one I’m the most terrified of. How long does she have?
Uncle Fletcher thinks only a few days.A few days? I thought we were talking months. I was hoping for years.Yeah, Rachel says. I don’t know what to do.
What time is the flight? I ask her.Is Mom meeting us there?
Mom’s at the airport trying to get a flight out now.
OK, I say. I need to find someone to watch Thumper. Let me make a few phone calls, and I’ll just come over once I have everything squared away.Kylie is sprawled out on the tile floor, a pair of jeans midway around her thighs, holding her arm to her chest. Her very naked chest. My brain short-circuits temporarily as the abundance of pale, creamy skin hits me.
"Shit, what happened?" I lift her to her feet.She's breathing and not bleeding anywhere that I can see, but my eyes assess every inch of her, seeking out injury. All I discover is that she has a glorious rack. Full, bouncy C's tipped with tight pink nipples, and my dick springs to life. Her panties are lime green and are the boy shorts kind. They're cute and unexpected.
"A little help here?" she huffs out, flinging her arms across her chest to cover her breasts."Sorry. Of course." I sit her down on the edge of the tub and peel the jeans down her legs, freeing her. "There. How's that?"