Prompted by: Matt
I know she’s watching me.
Rolling the gel liner onto my right leg – what’s left of it anyway – followed by a wool sock, I slide the prosthetic limb over top. It takes a bit of wrestling before the damn thing finally cooperates and I feel it click into place.
She always watches me.
“You’re such a liar.”
Apparently, she can read my mind too.
“Plus, you’re so cute when you frown.”
Or maybe my poker face is slipping around her.
“It’s no big deal.” I shrug casually. “These just need to be refitted soon.”
“And you’re procrastinating like a naughty, naughty boy.”
Grinning, I say, “You make everything sound sexy.”
“You make everything look sexy,” she counters in a low purr that makes me wanna grab her and…
“It won’t look sexy when I take a nosedive walking down the street.”
She’s silent for several moments, a thoughtful expression spreading across her pretty features. “Let’s get you an exoskeleton.”
I’m gonna guess that a thoroughly confused expression spreads across my not-so-pretty features. “What?”
Nodding, she beams me a breathtaking smile. “Just like Iron Man’s.”
“You watch too many movies,” I laugh.
“We could always stick you in one of those frozen sleep chamber things until sci-fi becomes reality.”
That sobers me up in a flash. “Never.”
“They say you don’t dream in cryosleep.”
“So,” I meet her gaze steadily, “I would never agree to that.”
“Why not?” Brows furrowing together, she reaches out to gently stroke my bare thigh. Her voice lowers to a hushed whisper, “You dream of such awful things, Tom.”
“Yeah, I do.” Blanketing her hand with my own, I run a thumb over her knuckles and murmur, “But I also dream of you.”
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