Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

God, the ways I want him.

His fingers curl into my foot as he looks up at me. "There. Done."

"Done." I look down at the ink like it's my first. In a way, it is. It feels as badass as it did back then. And, well, I'm far from Dean quality, but this is at least a little better than that lopsided star. "What do you think?"

"It's perfect for you." He plants a kiss on my ankle, just above the ink. "And, fuck, this position is perfect for me."

Yes, it is.

I spread my legs a little wider.

His fingers curl into my thighs.

I'm about to dig my hands into his hair and order him out of his clothes when my phone buzzes against my thigh.

Fuck, that vibration…

I reach for the thing to silence it.

But it isn't a SPAM call.

It's the doctor's office.

"Let me take care of this first." I push the chair backward as I answer the phone.

Dean's blue eyes fill with concern. He's reading me too well. He knows it's the call.

He can't know.

"It's just my dad," I lie.

He nods like he believes me.

I don't stick around to figure out if he does. I answer the call. Bring the phone to my

ear as I step into the main room. "Hello."

"Chloe, is that you?" Dr. Nguyen asks. I'd recognize his voice anywhere.

"Yes."

The air conditioner hums to life.

Angsty, breathy vocals drown out the quiet conversations.

"I'm calling about your test results," he says.

My stomach drops.

He isn't starting with your test was negative. You're still cancer free.

Which means…

Fuck.

"Oh." I swallow hard. Press my eyelids together. Cross my fingers. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

"Can you come in later today?"