Just Like That

• Chapter Twenty- Six •

WARNING:
THERE IS A SMALL SEEN OF DIRTY. NOTHING TOO BAD.

OK, PROCEED.

"What do you mean your sick?" Christian held a confused glare. He was angry with me, but not sure how to take in the moment.

"I'm dying, Christian."

My mind tries to block out this information, only to hold it in even longer. I hated to hide this from him, but I couldn't bring myself to it.

"Wha-," he lost his words.

"I have a year, Christian."

This is what happens. I become close to an amazing person, then let them loose by my ginormous secret. Everything just becomes a living nightmare when I tell.

"How long have you known about this?" He looks sick himself. Like life has put a bag of weights on his shoulders. Something deep inside of me told myself that I was the one to put them there. I was his life.

"Three years," A tear somehow slipped out. I hated showing my feelings. It makes me seem weak. Although it's okay to show some weakness every now and then.

"Three ye-" he held back from bawling. His hand covering his mouth. He looked terrible. Not the ugly terrible, more like the haven't slept for days terrible.

I expected him to yell at me for not telling him, or even leave the room. But I thought wrong. The next thing that happened was shocking.

I felt two pair of arms wrap around my waist, pulling me down to lay on the bed. Chris just held me, crying. I cried just by knowing he was crying.

This day went from being mad at Chris for cheating, to talking to him about it, to telling him I'm dying. Zero to one hundred real quick.

Too early for that? I'm sorry...

"I love you so much, Lacy."

"I love you so much more, Christian."

"I love you forever, babe." He finished off. His head was buried into chest.

Flipping him over to where I was on top, I straddled his waist. I wiped his tears away, kissing his lips gently.

My lips were moving faster each time, growing the tension even more. Things gradually became heated.

My body was shaking, scared of moving forward to the big step. My fear is him not liking my body. My hips stick out, I have a belly pudge, my thighs have stretch marks.

Chris settled in the bed completely, sitting up against the pillow. Was I really about to do this?

My hand slowly moved up his thigh, stopping close to his man area. He was wanting this, and so was I.

My lips crashed into his, taking his bottom lip in between my teeth. Christian made a small noise out of pleasure.

"Take your shirt off."

His words were sharp, dominance is very attractive to me. I did as told, sliding my tank top off.

My bra was black with cheetah print lace. I feel very proud of this choice. Not knowing if I should take it off, I left it on.

"Your turn."

I grabbed his shirt, flinging it on to the ground beside us. For some reason, I felt confident. At first I was scared, now I feel like the dominant one.

"Hey, br- OH MY! I did not need to see this," Crawford walked in, scarred for life now I bet.

"Worse timing bro," Chris looked at him, pissed off.

"You mean, coming in here to tell you guys that we are partying in fifteen minutes was the worst timing?"

"Well we were busy!" I had a few words to say.

"Like I knew about my brother's sex life!" Crawford was strong on his sarcasm.

"Actually bro, this would be our first time," Chris scratched his eyebrow with his thumb.

My body was still uncovered, while my legs were wrapped around his lower section. I knew Crawford was uncomfortable, but I somehow wasn't.

"Lacy, don't find this awkward, but be happy about your body, you were blessed," Crawford walked out.

My head buried into his neck, still straddling him. I couldn't hold in my laughter, letting it all out.