Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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Lucie - Arms, legs, and paws intact. Betty is still alive too (she thanks you for the concern even though it is uncalled for. She's basically a vampire, she doesn't age)
Matteo - Vampires have to die first. Not reassuring at all.
Lucie - To soothe your worries: Brooke drove us to the stadium. Betty is safe at home.
"Excuse me. Sorry. Are you waiting in line?" I look up from my screen, and when I see the row of people behind the stranger talking to me, all waiting to go to the bathroom, I immediately shake my head.
"Oh, no, sorry. I'm just waiting for my friend." I walk to the other side of the room, not wanting to wait outside in case Dani needs my help. Her mobility has improved a lot since she moved into the nursing home. However, there are still moments when her crane doesn't give her the support she needs. She won't admit that, though. She's stubborn enough to let herself struggle, which is how I know she'll never call out if she needs help. At least not right away, which is why I refuse to leave the increasingly growing crowded bathroom stall.
Matteo - Wise choice to bury Betty
Lucie - She's resting, not dead
Matteo - The fact she even needs resting is concerning
Lucie - It's her beauty rest. Don't judge. PS. Break a leg
Lucie - Wait
Lucie - I mean not literally.
Lucie - Please, do not break anything.
Lucie - My patch-up services don't cover broken bones.
Lucie - What I meant is: good luck ;)
I put my phone away once Dani walks out. She washes her hands and links her arm through mine before we head to August and Brooke, who already secured our seats.
"So, Lucie dear, how exactly did you meet my grandson?"
Flashes of last Friday night rush back, and in a split second, I'm back in his bathroom, tending to his wound as his fingers trace the bare skin of my thighs. How desire rippled over my skin from the point where he touched me all the way up to my lips. How they were tingling in anticipation. In await of the slightest brush, the softest touch, the rough push and pull and bite. The image flashes through my mind of what could've happened if Nala hadn't jumped in, the image of his lips on mine and his hands all over my body.
I'm thinking about Matteo kissing me. Even worse, I'm fantasizing about him. About his lips on my body and his hands traveling up my legs. Higher. And higher. And-
The tick of Dani's cane snaps me back to our conversation.
"He had a cut beneath his eye," I say.
Dani's arm is holding onto mine. I'm holding her, giving her an extra source of support while I'm having a fantasy about her grandson.
