Page 41 of Lovers Like Us
Farrow speaks hushed in his mic. “Shut up, Donnelly.” Then he crouches in front ofme.
“I think I’m dead.” Igrimace.
“You’re breathing. You’re alive.” Farrow rests a hand on the curve between my shoulder and neck. “Comeon.”
I have to let this car crash happen. I crack a knuckle, then I uncover the speakers. “Dr.Keene?”
“I didn’t know you and my son were together,” he says, his voiceunreadable.
I rise at the same time as Farrow. My muscles are set to broil. “I thought my parents told you,” I say, my tone even-keeled despite my bodyfrying alivefrom my fuck-up. I rarely make these kinds of mistakes. “And I assumed that’s why you were calling.” Stupidly.I glance at Farrow and my hard gaze carries a million-and-oneapologies.
He mouths,it’sfine.
“I’m calling,” Dr. Keene says, “because you haven’t had an STD screening in months. That didn’t seem like you.” He clears a tight ball from his throat. “Now I knowwhy.”
I’m fucking hisson.
Dammit. I don’t know what to say. This is the first time I’ve dealt with a significant other’s parent. I’m not a normal human being either. I’m a celebrity from birth, American royalty, so I have no idea the correct protocol for any ofthis.
First thing that comes to my head, I tell Dr. Keene, “We’resafe.”
Farrow chokes on the brittle air, and he shakes his head vigorously at me and mouths,no. Like he doesn’t want his father in on his sex life. I get thatnow.
He’s twenty-seven. I’m sure he stopped talking to his father about that shit eons ago. That is, if he ever talked to him about it atall.
“Farrow is still your bodyguard?” Dr. Keene questions. “How?”
“Our relationship is staying secret from the public,” I tell him, and Farrow fixates on the phone in deepthought.
“Right. Be safe on the tour. Have a good rest of theday.”
After I say my goodbye, we hangup.
Farrow shakes his head a few times. “That’s not good.” He points at my phone. “That fucker has the strongest motive to leak our relationship to thepublic.”
I rub my sharpened jaw. “You really think he’d try to get you kicked offsecurity?”
“To force me back onto a medical career path, yeah. Ido.”
I start thinking about avenues we can take. “I’ll fix it.”I can make acall—
Farrow steals myphone.
“Farrow—”
“Wolf scout, you can’t patch bullet holes before the trigger is pulled. Take your own advice, and just dropit.”
I crack a crick in my neck. “The doing nothing thing—I’m not goodat.”
“No shit.” He laughs when Iglare.
I fight a smile. “Shutup.”
He leans towards me and lowers his voice to a sexy whisper, “See, every time you try to fix unfixable things, just imagine me pounding you so hard you cry when youcome.”
Fuck me.My cock stirs, and I look at his mouth.Kiss me, man.“Sounds like fanfiction.”
Farrow watches me drinking him in, and his smile widens. “Trust me, it can easily be reality.” We somehow drift closer. Nearer. Hands on each other’s shoulders, slipping to the back of his neck, my neck—and my body thumps for morecontact.
