Page 55 of Missing Linc
“Is that how you treat your homes?” I tell him in a low rumble, and his reaction—a chill that colors his skin—makes my pants harder and uncomfortable all of a sudden.
“Maybe,” he says. His voice distorted by the effect of my fingers around his mouth.
A mouth I kiss hastily and roughly because I can’t resist.
I never can.
The moving guys finish shortly after, and Cam tips them when they leave before he closes the door and we’re finally alone.
“Welcome to our home, baby,” I say with open arms, and he looks at me.
He smiles. He blushes. And then he walks over to me and I take him in my arms. Again.
His body is warm against mine, and my chest feels fuzzy with each breath he takes on me.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Strange,” he answers and tilts his head up at me. “But nice.”
“Nice is good.”
“It is.”
I bring up a thumb to his cheeks and smooth the red across his face, his eyes so wonderful and big I can’t help but dip down and kiss each of them and then his lips.
But he feels resistant.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask.
This time he bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he says.
“Tell me what?”
He shrugs and his hands tighten around me.
“I’ve been feeling a bit dysphoric lately,” he mumbles.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Instead of answering, he pulls away from me and walks into the kitchen. He gets a glass from the cupboard overhead and fills it with water before he turns around to face me.
“I’m thinking of getting a hysterectomy,” he says.
He pauses like it’s for dramatic effect, but if there’s anything for me to be shocked about, I’m not sure I see it. If it helps him feel better, I don’t see why that would be bad.
“Okay,” I say, approaching him and searching his eyes for an answer.
“I’ve discussed it with my doctor, and he agrees that it’s probably time,” he says.
He still hasn’t taken a sip of his water, and I take it from his hands setting it on the counter next to him.
“Babe, that sounds good. What do you need? Do you need me to tell Lenka that you can’t do the show anymore while you prepare for it? Tell me whatever you need, and I’ll do it,” I say.
His hand comes up to cup my face and I lean into his touch, kissing the inside of his palm and giving it a gentle squeeze with my own hand.
