Page 27 of Stitch
“What?”
“Don’t go crying for me. I’m nobody, I’m just some guy passing through your life, and I’ll be gone soon, then you can forget me, and find someone who’s actually worthy of you. That’s not me, darlin’, I’m not that guy.”
I swallowed down my arguments, because I knew he was bullshitting me, but I also knew that now wasn’t the time to push him.
“Tell me some of the stuff you wanted to do.”
“Huh?”
“Bucket list stuff. If talking a girl through an epic orgasm on the phone was on there, you can firmly cross that off, or, actually… no… leave it on. I want you to do that again… maybe often.”
He grinned, and I felt some of the weight lift from my shoulders, because if I could wipe the pain from his soul for even a few minutes, I wanted that. That was now on MY bucket list.
“Noted. I think doing that to you on a video call is on the list too, just so you know.”
“You’d have to get yourself off too… if we’re doing your bucket list, I want to do mine too.”
He gripped my chin, and stared into my eyes.
“You got a timer hanging over you too, woman?”
“No… well, yes… we all have a damn timer hanging over us. So let’s do some fun stuff, and enjoy our time together.”
He released my face, and dug out his phone.
“I’m making my list right now, and you’re gonna do the same. Whatever we have on our lists, let’s fucking do them. All of them.”
“What if one of mine is something really bad?”
“Who says mine aren’t? Get on with it, Camille. Get your damn list started, we’re kinda on a clock here, remember?”
I got up and grabbed my phone, and then we both sat and quietly tapped away at our screens, as we made our lists. It was intense, and scary, and heartbreaking all at once, but I knew if Stitch had limited time, that I wanted as much of it as possible. And all of the naughty things on my list were because of him, and him only.
Fifteen
This wasn’t going theway I’d expected, but by about five in the morning we swapped phones and read through each other’s lists. A few of hers made me want to get started right away, and gave me a boner, just to make it doubly awkward.
“There’s a lot of kinky shit on yours.”
Camille giggled, and pointed to mine.
“You have this one twice.”
I leaned over. “’Fuck Camille’s ass until she screams’? Is it that one?” I knew it wasn’t but she shuddered, and slapped my arm.
“I wish, no it’s this one. The one about taking your bike to some place called Raven’s Wood.”
Oh. I shook my head. “It’s two different things. First off, it’s where I grew up, a little place I used to hang out as a kid. I want to visit it again before I die.”
“Twice?”
I took a breath. “The second entry is for someone to take my bike there after I’m gone. I want it to be laid to rest there, where I spent my happiest days. It’s stupid.”
She disagreed, and I know this because first she slapped my arm, and then she straddled my lap, and kissed the fuck out of me. We both dropped our phones, as our mouths did things I wished other parts of me could. I wanted to be thrusting my dick into her, rather than my tongue, but I knew the thought of her even seeingdown there would kill my boner in seconds.
“Stitch?”
“Yeah.” I rested my forehead against hers. She looked gorgeous from every fucking angle.
