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turn it into the best thing I had ever eaten. “Homemade potato chips OK?” she asked, grabbing four potatoes from the pantry. I nodded my head, tempted to tell her again I would eat anything, but I knew she heard that all the time.
“She’s going to beat it. I know she will, Lo.”
“She said she wasn’t going to let this get her. The doctor said if she did all her treatments and shit, she should go into remission. He thinks they caught it soon enough that they can beat it.”
Meg set the knife down she was using to slice the potatoes and walked over to me, resting her hands on my shoulders. “She’s going to be OK. She has to be. Your mom is the person who brought us together.”
“I’d like to think I would have found you eventually, but my mother finding you for me worked, too.” I reached up and brushed the hair out of her face. “I did make you pretty fucking tongue tied that day.” I still think back on that day, remembering Meg tripping over her words and the way her eyes had roamed over my body.
“The second I laid an eye on you, my brain stopped working, and all I could think of was where those tattoos on your chest started and ended.” She tugged on the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, her hands gliding over my stomach. “I liked what I saw,” she looked down where her hands were, “still like what I see.”
“You need to figure out how hungry you are, babe. You keep doing what you’re doing, we won’t be eating dinner for hours.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, her fingertips grazing over my nipples. “I’m hungry for both food,” she glanced over her shoulder at the burgers cooking away, “and you,” she purred, looking back at me. She pressed her lips to mine, teasing me with what I wanted, but slipped away before I could take it.
“Did you just choose food over me?” I chuckled.
“Not really, I mean sort of. Although, it’s not like the option was only food or only Lo. I just decided food now, Lo all night,” she purred, glancing at me over her shoulder.
Son of a bitch, I loved this woman.
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Chapter 12
Meg
“I don’t know how you did it, babe, but that was the best fucking burger I’ve ever had.” Lo fell face first on the bed, his arms and legs sprawled out.
“Seasoning and don’t pack your meat too hard.”
Lo flipped over, a grin spread across his lips. “So that’s your secret, you know how to handle the meat.”
“Shh, don’t tell anyone,” I winked, walking into the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower quick, try not to pass out before I get out. I’ve got plans for you.”
“Hmm, I’ll be right here.” I closed the door and leaned against it. I reached over, flipping on the light switch, and finally breathed.
When Lo had told me about his mom, all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Except I couldn’t do that, because Lo needed me to be strong for him. From what he had told me, Ethel was going to be OK, but it was still terrifying. The word cancer was terrifying by itself. When the name of someone you loved was tacked on to it, it took on a whole new meaning.
“Babe, let me in.”
I spun around, ripping open the door, fearful that Lo was about to be sick. During dinner, he had managed to drink three more beers. “Are you OK?”
He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. “I think I’m about as good as you are.”
“Well, if you’re going to puke, I think I’m a little better than you are.”
“I can’t remember the last time I puked from drinking. I can hold my own. I meant are you OK.”
God dammit, I was supposed to be the strong one for Lo, and here he was, making sure I was OK. This man was amazing, and I was unworthy of him. “I’m fine. I think it’s kind of sinking in that your mom is sick.”
“I know how you feel.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “Turn on the shower. I need one, too.”
I turned around and walked over to the tub
“She’s going to beat it. I know she will, Lo.”
“She said she wasn’t going to let this get her. The doctor said if she did all her treatments and shit, she should go into remission. He thinks they caught it soon enough that they can beat it.”
Meg set the knife down she was using to slice the potatoes and walked over to me, resting her hands on my shoulders. “She’s going to be OK. She has to be. Your mom is the person who brought us together.”
“I’d like to think I would have found you eventually, but my mother finding you for me worked, too.” I reached up and brushed the hair out of her face. “I did make you pretty fucking tongue tied that day.” I still think back on that day, remembering Meg tripping over her words and the way her eyes had roamed over my body.
“The second I laid an eye on you, my brain stopped working, and all I could think of was where those tattoos on your chest started and ended.” She tugged on the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, her hands gliding over my stomach. “I liked what I saw,” she looked down where her hands were, “still like what I see.”
“You need to figure out how hungry you are, babe. You keep doing what you’re doing, we won’t be eating dinner for hours.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, her fingertips grazing over my nipples. “I’m hungry for both food,” she glanced over her shoulder at the burgers cooking away, “and you,” she purred, looking back at me. She pressed her lips to mine, teasing me with what I wanted, but slipped away before I could take it.
“Did you just choose food over me?” I chuckled.
“Not really, I mean sort of. Although, it’s not like the option was only food or only Lo. I just decided food now, Lo all night,” she purred, glancing at me over her shoulder.
Son of a bitch, I loved this woman.
_________
Chapter 12
Meg
“I don’t know how you did it, babe, but that was the best fucking burger I’ve ever had.” Lo fell face first on the bed, his arms and legs sprawled out.
“Seasoning and don’t pack your meat too hard.”
Lo flipped over, a grin spread across his lips. “So that’s your secret, you know how to handle the meat.”
“Shh, don’t tell anyone,” I winked, walking into the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower quick, try not to pass out before I get out. I’ve got plans for you.”
“Hmm, I’ll be right here.” I closed the door and leaned against it. I reached over, flipping on the light switch, and finally breathed.
When Lo had told me about his mom, all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Except I couldn’t do that, because Lo needed me to be strong for him. From what he had told me, Ethel was going to be OK, but it was still terrifying. The word cancer was terrifying by itself. When the name of someone you loved was tacked on to it, it took on a whole new meaning.
“Babe, let me in.”
I spun around, ripping open the door, fearful that Lo was about to be sick. During dinner, he had managed to drink three more beers. “Are you OK?”
He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. “I think I’m about as good as you are.”
“Well, if you’re going to puke, I think I’m a little better than you are.”
“I can’t remember the last time I puked from drinking. I can hold my own. I meant are you OK.”
God dammit, I was supposed to be the strong one for Lo, and here he was, making sure I was OK. This man was amazing, and I was unworthy of him. “I’m fine. I think it’s kind of sinking in that your mom is sick.”
“I know how you feel.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “Turn on the shower. I need one, too.”
I turned around and walked over to the tub
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