Please dont forget me. I know Im probably supposed to tell you to move on with your life and dwell on this little slice of time weve been given…but just…take me in your heart wherever you go. It will be the life I wished Id lived, by your side, enjoying the gift of time and health with you.
She was wearing blue jeans and he took his time stripping them and her panties off her long, muscled legs. His hands traveled the length of her, stroking her as he went back to attend to her breasts. And he stopped only when she tried to get under the loose scrubs that covered him.I dont…I want to keep those on, he said in a rough voice.
All right. But not on my account.He shook his head, thinking about what hed seen in the mirror at the clinic. How can you say that?Because its you. She smiled up at him, and touched his face. Its still you.
Fates, Marisol, there is so much more that I want to do with you—but I do not know how long Ill have my energy.Dont worry. Anything with you will be amazing.
A sudden wellspring of emotion made him tear up, but that was so not sexy. Just like his body, his bald head, his…
And yet Marisol was lying back in his pathetic, scrawny arms, staring up at him as if he were a god.She didnt fight the tears this time, even though she did believe that patients in comas were more aware of their surroundings than their level of consciousness suggested.
How were they saying goodbye so soon—At the soft prompting, she looked up. Rubes was standing on the other side of the bed, the females hands tangled in front of her chest, her body tilted forward, as if she were trying to interrupt as quietly as she could.
Ivie mopped up her face with her palms and tried to smile. Hi there. Hows it going, cuz?Or something to that effect. She wasnt sure exactly what she was saying.