What's Left of Me
Page 39
- Background:
- Text Font:
- Text Size:
- Line Height:
- Line Break Height:
- Frame:
Parker slips me out of his hold. “I’ll be out in the living room if you need me.” His lips press down on top of my head as I close my eyes, taking in his freshly-shaven scent. He walks me over to the bed, allowing me to climb in. Closing my eyes, I listen to him make his way back to the door.
“Aundrea?”
“Hmm?”
“I really like your new hairstyle.”
My eyes fly open, and I sit up to see him watching me.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice. I like it … a lot.” I wonder what else he’s noticed, too, then. “Get some sleep.”
I lie back down, staring up at the ceiling. I don’t have to look at him to know he gave me a wink.
I wake up to a dark, quiet room. My head and neck are no longer pounding. I feel a slight ache in my legs, but swing them over the edge of the bed anyway. Glancing at the closed door, I quickly take off my rumpled wig fixing all the strands so they’re in the right direction. After placing it back on my head, and pressing it securely to my scalp for the tape to take, I make my way out into the living room to find Parker.
His place smells amazing. It’s a mixture of herbs, pasta boiling, and some kind of tomato sauce.
“Parker?” I call from the living room.
“In the kitchen.”
He’s standing behind the open counter that leads into the dining room. He’s drinking a beer and leaning over the stove, wooden spoon in hand.
“Feel better?” he asks with his back to me.
“Much.” And I am.
“Good. I’m making spinach and chicken stuffed pasta shells. Hope you’re hungry.”
“Very! It smells amazing, Parker.” I go to stand next to him, getting a better look at the contents of the pan.
“I hope it tastes as good as it smells. I’ve rarely cooked in this place so, if not, I have the pizza place around the corner on speed dial.”
The dinner is amazing. I even have seconds, which surprises us both. I love how laid back he is. Instead of eating at the counter or table, we make a picnic on the living room floor laughing, drinking beer, and eating until our stomachs are about to explode.
I don’t want to bring up Bryn, but I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth.
“Is there something going on with you and Bryn?”
Parker nearly chokes on his beer, coughing. “Excuse me?”
“Bryn. She just seems to always be where you are, laughing at everything you say. She sits with you at lunch, walks in with you in the mornings. I’m just curious if there is something there.”
“No,” he says, looking directly at me. He repeats it a second time, moving closer to me.
I must not look convinced because he sets his beer down. “Listen, Bryn and I went on a couple of dates when I first started my internship. I didn’t know anyone. I was new to the city, and she took me under her wing; showed me around. We had fun, but it wasn’t anything serious. Once my internship was coming to an end and I got more serious about working with Jason, as partner, I told her we could only be friends. She took it well. It was amicable.”
“Did you sleep together?” Do I want to know this? Do I care? Yes.
He runs his hands through his hair. I’m beginning to think this is his nervous tell sign. “No.”
At least she didn’t get all of him.
“Okay.” I pause, searching for more to say. I don’t have a right to discuss his sex life prior to me. “I just don’t think she really believes your friends status. She’s always drooling over you.”
“Is someone jealous?” he teases.
“No.”
“Are you sure? Because I know women. They say they’re not, but secretly they’re planning some way to take the bitch down.”
I laugh. Not just a small laugh, but a full-on, stomach-clenching, throw-your-head-back laugh. “I’m serious! I’m not jealous.”
He laughs as he gets up to clear our plates. “You want another beer?”
“Sure.” Discussion closed.
He gets comfortable on the floor with his back against the couch. He pulls on my arm, bringing me closer to him. Sliding a leg around my body, he brings me flat against his chest, so I’m sitting between his legs. Reaching over to his right, he picks up the two beer bottles, handing me one. “Here you are, my lady.”
“Why thank you, kind sir.”
We clink the bottles together and I take a sip. I’m not a big beer fan, but I do like the taste every now and then. This is my third, and I’m already feeling it go to my head. My doctor says it’s okay to have a few drinks now and again during chemo, but with my low blood counts it may affect me differently. I mostly stay away from alcohol altogether, but being here with him makes it easy to forget about everything else going on.
“Aundrea?”
“Hmm?”
“There really is nothing going on between Bryn and me. I just want you to know that.”
“I believe you.”
“Good, because it’s only you I want.”
I stiffen.
He brings my hand to his lips, giving it a small kiss. “You don’t have to say anything, but I know you feel it too, as much as you try to fight it. But, just so you know, I will be right here waiting when you’re ready.”
I can only give a slight nod. Any words that I want to form are lodged in the back of my throat. My heart is pounding. I know this would be a good time to tell him about my cancer, but I chicken out.
“Aundrea?”
“Hmm?”
“I really like your new hairstyle.”
My eyes fly open, and I sit up to see him watching me.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice. I like it … a lot.” I wonder what else he’s noticed, too, then. “Get some sleep.”
I lie back down, staring up at the ceiling. I don’t have to look at him to know he gave me a wink.
I wake up to a dark, quiet room. My head and neck are no longer pounding. I feel a slight ache in my legs, but swing them over the edge of the bed anyway. Glancing at the closed door, I quickly take off my rumpled wig fixing all the strands so they’re in the right direction. After placing it back on my head, and pressing it securely to my scalp for the tape to take, I make my way out into the living room to find Parker.
His place smells amazing. It’s a mixture of herbs, pasta boiling, and some kind of tomato sauce.
“Parker?” I call from the living room.
“In the kitchen.”
He’s standing behind the open counter that leads into the dining room. He’s drinking a beer and leaning over the stove, wooden spoon in hand.
“Feel better?” he asks with his back to me.
“Much.” And I am.
“Good. I’m making spinach and chicken stuffed pasta shells. Hope you’re hungry.”
“Very! It smells amazing, Parker.” I go to stand next to him, getting a better look at the contents of the pan.
“I hope it tastes as good as it smells. I’ve rarely cooked in this place so, if not, I have the pizza place around the corner on speed dial.”
The dinner is amazing. I even have seconds, which surprises us both. I love how laid back he is. Instead of eating at the counter or table, we make a picnic on the living room floor laughing, drinking beer, and eating until our stomachs are about to explode.
I don’t want to bring up Bryn, but I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth.
“Is there something going on with you and Bryn?”
Parker nearly chokes on his beer, coughing. “Excuse me?”
“Bryn. She just seems to always be where you are, laughing at everything you say. She sits with you at lunch, walks in with you in the mornings. I’m just curious if there is something there.”
“No,” he says, looking directly at me. He repeats it a second time, moving closer to me.
I must not look convinced because he sets his beer down. “Listen, Bryn and I went on a couple of dates when I first started my internship. I didn’t know anyone. I was new to the city, and she took me under her wing; showed me around. We had fun, but it wasn’t anything serious. Once my internship was coming to an end and I got more serious about working with Jason, as partner, I told her we could only be friends. She took it well. It was amicable.”
“Did you sleep together?” Do I want to know this? Do I care? Yes.
He runs his hands through his hair. I’m beginning to think this is his nervous tell sign. “No.”
At least she didn’t get all of him.
“Okay.” I pause, searching for more to say. I don’t have a right to discuss his sex life prior to me. “I just don’t think she really believes your friends status. She’s always drooling over you.”
“Is someone jealous?” he teases.
“No.”
“Are you sure? Because I know women. They say they’re not, but secretly they’re planning some way to take the bitch down.”
I laugh. Not just a small laugh, but a full-on, stomach-clenching, throw-your-head-back laugh. “I’m serious! I’m not jealous.”
He laughs as he gets up to clear our plates. “You want another beer?”
“Sure.” Discussion closed.
He gets comfortable on the floor with his back against the couch. He pulls on my arm, bringing me closer to him. Sliding a leg around my body, he brings me flat against his chest, so I’m sitting between his legs. Reaching over to his right, he picks up the two beer bottles, handing me one. “Here you are, my lady.”
“Why thank you, kind sir.”
We clink the bottles together and I take a sip. I’m not a big beer fan, but I do like the taste every now and then. This is my third, and I’m already feeling it go to my head. My doctor says it’s okay to have a few drinks now and again during chemo, but with my low blood counts it may affect me differently. I mostly stay away from alcohol altogether, but being here with him makes it easy to forget about everything else going on.
“Aundrea?”
“Hmm?”
“There really is nothing going on between Bryn and me. I just want you to know that.”
“I believe you.”
“Good, because it’s only you I want.”
I stiffen.
He brings my hand to his lips, giving it a small kiss. “You don’t have to say anything, but I know you feel it too, as much as you try to fight it. But, just so you know, I will be right here waiting when you’re ready.”
I can only give a slight nod. Any words that I want to form are lodged in the back of my throat. My heart is pounding. I know this would be a good time to tell him about my cancer, but I chicken out.
