Now this I know what to do with. You’ve been my bride. I promise to spend all night making you my wife.
Debra AnastasiaShe kneeled at Blake’s side again.
“Hey, handsome. I don’t have a signal. We’re going to have walk a bit. Let’s help you up.” Livia slipped her arm under his and tried to help him sit. He shouted, and Livia laid him down quickly.
“I’m so sorry. Is it that bad?” Frustration curled her fingers.
“Livia, it’s not good.” Blake hardly moved his lips.
Twenty steps in, she felt her soul grind to a halt. Go back.
She couldn’t even argue. She doubled back and stared at Blake’s form. Something was different. He wasn’t there. No. She ran to him. Setting her ear to his chest and hushing her own panting, she waited. And waited. She put two fingers on his neck to feel for a beat. She watched for a breath. No beat. No breath. Nothing.
One and two and three and four and five and six…”
Oh, God don’t let me hurt him.
“…and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven…”
Am I really doing this? Here? Is this real?
“…and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen…”
We’re in the middle of nowhere. No one is going to find us. Even the fire has gone out.
“…and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen…”
He’s dead. I’m just beating on his body.
“…and twenty and twenty-one and twenty-two and twenty-three and twenty-four…”
My arms hurt. How can my arms hurt now? Blake. I can’t. I can’t be here without you.
“…and twenty-five and twenty-six and twenty-seven and twenty-eight and twenty-nine and thirty.”
The next step was simple: cover his mouth and fill his lungs with air. Breathe into him with life’s breath. Livia did so, licked her lips, and started compressions again.
“And one and two and three and four and five and six and seven…”
I’ve got to be positive. I have to know he’ll make it.
“…and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen…”
We’re going to grow old together, Blake. We’re going to hold hands and kiss.
“…and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen…”
I’m giving you all my energy. All this love and hope. It’s going from my heart to yours, through my hands.
“…and twenty and twenty-one and twenty-two and twenty-three…”
Feel it, Blake. Feel it.
“…and twenty-four and twenty-five and twenty-six and twenty-seven…”
I love you so much. I’m going to love you forever. Can you feel that, Blake?
“…and twenty-eight and twenty-nine and thirty.”
Livia leaned down, repositioned Blake’s head, and filled his lungs twice more. As she put her hands on his chest to keep her rhythm, she looked down at his face, at his skin.
“And one and two and three and four and five and six…”
Am I imagining that? Your skin?
“…and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven…”
Blake! Blake, your skin! It’s just like glass, Blake. You’re really sparkling. I can see it. I can really see it. Your skin is amazing!
Livia’s tears landed on her hard-pumping hands. Nothing would stop her from beating Blake’s heart for him now. Nothing. Not even the sound of people crashing through the woods.
“…and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen…”
You’re glistening, Blake. I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop.
Blake opened his beautiful green eyes. He tried to smile, but it was just a grimace. “Livia. I love you too. Smile again.”
She hated his words. They were a goodbye. “I can’t smile, I have to run. I have to get help.” She tried to stand and felt the gentle pressure of his hand on her thigh.
“Smile again.” He worked to keep his eyes open.
Livia picked up the hand that had stopped her. She lifted it to her lips and kissed every knuckle. By the time Livia tried to smile, only one of his green eyes was focused on her face. Her forced smile used all the wrong muscles.
“Good enough,” he joked.
Oh, God don’t let me hurt him.
Am I really doing this? Here? Is this real?
We’re in the middle of nowhere. No one is going to find us. Even the fire has gone out.
He’s dead. I’m just beating on his body.
My arms hurt. How can my arms hurt now? Blake. I can’t. I can’t be here without you.
I’ve got to be positive. I have to know he’ll make it.
We’re going to grow old together, Blake. We’re going to hold hands and kiss.
I’m giving you all my energy. All this love and hope. It’s going from my heart to yours, through my hands.
Feel it, Blake. Feel it.
I love you so much. I’m going to love you forever. Can you feel that, Blake?
Am I imagining that? Your skin?
Blake! Blake, your skin! It’s just like glass, Blake. You’re really sparkling. I can see it. I can really see it. Your skin is amazing!
You’re glistening, Blake. I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop.
In me. Come in me. Have me.
Livia heard her thoughts echoing in the room and realized she’d said them out loud. His hands gripped her thighs, letting her know this was becoming impossible for him.
“Lick, Blake. That’s next.” Livia watched as he growled on his way to her ear.
“You’re going to kill me. God, you smell so good.” Blake let his clever tongue find its way on her skin.
You’re going to kill me. God, you smell so good.” Blake let his clever tongue find its way on her skin.
Debra AnastasiaEmily was so excited she forgot. She was so happy she made a mistake and said, “Thank you so much, Mommy!
Debra AnastasiaI love you so much, I think there are burn marks on my heart.” Blake touched his chest.
“Do they hurt?”
“Only when I’m not holding you.”
“Hold me always then. I’m yours.
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