Page 26 of Stitch
“I’m fucking this up too. I’m sorry, Camille, I shouldn’t have come.” I turned and headed for the door, but she caught my arm, and I let her stop me. She moved in front of me.
“I’m not being clear, Stitch. I’d like you to stay a while, so can you kick off your boots and sit the fuck down?”
I felt a grin cross my face.
“Yes, ma’am, I can do that.”
She fussed in the kitchen for a few minutes while I made myself comfortable, and returned with two coffees. She passed one to me as she sat beside me on her small sofa. It was small enough that we were sitting fairly close to each other.
“I was a dick on the phone, I’m sorry.”
She tucked her legs under her, and turned to face me.
“You were, but I’ve decided, very magnanimously, that you’re forgiven on account of the mind-blowing orgasm you gave me first.”
Her cheeks were a little pink, and she lowered her head.
“Wow, I just sound like a cheap whore sometimes. I just… I think you woke up my inner sex kitten, Stitch.”
Fuck yeah. I reached out and eased her chin up.
“You’re all sex kitten, Camille. It’s why you had me so fucking hard on the phone. I wanted to be here, but I’m, fuck, I’m sick… I shouldn’t burden you with this shit.”
Her frownwas kinda cute, like a little wrinkle which also reached her nose.
“Sick? Like kinky sick? That’s okay, Stitch, I’m open to that.” She chewed at her lip, and I wondered why the fuck I had to meet her after I lost my fucking life.
“That’s not the kind of sick I mean, Camille. I mean the kind of sick that means I might be gone soon.” Fuck me, the words made me feel ill, like there was a rock in my stomach. How cruel was life that I’d be dying before I found the woman who woke up my fucking heart like this?
Cammy
The poor guy lookedlike he’d just been told he was dying, and he was still trying to absorb what that meant for him. I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and after a brief pause, he returned the favour, squeezing me tight against him.
He buried his face into my neck and his breath sort of rushed out of him, and then it hitched. Oh the poor poor man. I cupped the back of his neck, and rubbed his back as I let him get over the emotion that was clearly eating him up inside.
I could practically feel him fighting it back, to try and compose himself, and even with the tension holding him firm, I could definitely feel a slight trembling as he held me close.
“It’s going to be okay, Stitch.”
Another gasped breath, and I felt him shaking his head, his hair tickling my neck as he moved.
“It won’t.” His words were so quiet I almost missed them.
I pulled back, and cupped his face in both hands, kissing him gently. He kept his eyes closed, like he couldn’t face me after he’d opened up even that small amount.
“Stitch, don’t hide from me, please. I know we don’t really know each other, but that could change. Let me be here for you.”
He took another ragged breath, and his head dropped slightly, like he was wornout from trying to be strong, while he was so afraid.
“Stitch, I’m not Lissa, but I can still help you. I can be the person you relax with.”
He let out a groan, his eyes finally opening. They were slightly wet, and anguished, and he grimaced, rubbing the back of his hand over them.
“One of the worst things is all the shit I know I won’t ever get to do. You know… like a bucket list. I didn’t realise how much I thought I’d do in my life, and now if it’s just weeks or months, I feel like I fucked myself over by not doing more of it. I guess I always thought there would be time.”
Weeks or months? How horrible to have your life reduced to that, and to know it was coming. I wanted to cry for him.
“Hey, don’t do that.” I swallowed and met his eyes again.
