“Who the fuck is Bree?”
The girlwith red hair was officially part of the general population. She shuffled behind Nurse Rachel into the main room.
Obsession at first sight, that was new. Although who could blame me? Very few people had hair like that. It reminded me of my mother. Whose name was Rozeline,not Bree. Frank’s comment was still fucking with my head because Frank wasn’t real. So how could I imagine him saying something I didn’t understand?
Oh well. Problem for another day.
The new patient was on the other side of the cafeteria, looking like a painting left out in the rain. Thick black rivulets of makeup were dried on her cheeks. Her hair hung limp down her body. Her hands kept grabbing at the oversized men’s shirt she wore uncomfortably. All I could see were thin naked legs sprouting from the shirt. Was she porky-pigging it?
Her head turned towards me,finally. I was desperate for a better look at her. She saw me, and she tripped over her own feet.Cute.
We’d both had quite the initial reaction to each other. I couldn’t take my eyes away, and apparently, neither could she. Not until Nurse Rachel ruined it by forcing her to chug the most heinous drink on Earth: the dreaded red milkshake that was not red but pink.
Usually, I didn’t involve myself with anyone new. Still, when Rachel suddenly screamed that the patient was being put back in her room, I found myself across the room in an instant. I didn’t want her locked away where I couldn’t see her.
“Now, Rachel,” I said to the nurses back. Her body stiffened, and she turned slowly towards me, a look of dread on her face.
“Go back to your seat.”
“Look, I don’t normally like to swing my big dick around,” I said. The redhead snapped to attention, her eyes zeroing in on my crotch.Oh?
“But today I have the urge to whip it out and swing away. She clearly tried to do what you asked, and it’s her first day. Give her a break.” Rachel looked flabbergasted. When had I ever asked for a favor like this? Not once. I didn’t look out for anyone else. Not until now.
I knew right then, and there, I was irrevocably fucked when it came to this girl. That wasn’t good. Actually, it was the worst thing that could happen.
“Fine,” Rachel bit out between her teeth. Then she turned to the girl. “Follow me, let's get all your paperwork done,” she grumbled before taking off down the hall. I swiveled on my heels to face her up close for the first time. Her throat bobbed in a nervous swallow.
“Miss Bree,” Rachel snapped, halfway down the hall.
All my thoughts came to a screeching halt. Frank saidBree. How could he—and by he I meant me—know that name before I met her?
“Wow, well uh. I better catch up to her,” she told me, hesitating. I stood there in shock. I reached out towards her, but then slowly curled my fingers back into a fist.
“Do I know you?” She asked, stepping forward. I jerked back so we wouldn’t touch. She smiled, liking my reaction. She knew it gave her power.
“What’s your name?” Bree asked.
“Baz,” I mumbled.
“How about I do something for you, since you did something for me.” Her smile was sly, her eyes sparkling. I swallowed thickly and looked around. The other patients ignored us.
“Where’s your room, Baz?” Bree asked, and I vaguely motioned to one of the halls.
“Show me,” she said. I was in a haze as I walked her to it. What was happening? Plus, what the fuck was I doing? I should turn her away.
But then we were in my room with the door closed, my fist wrapping around her hair. Her eyes softened as I pulled it, her body loose.
“I like a man in a mask,” she rasped.
And then, it all came back to me. Who she was. Who we were. Holy fucking shit.
Then she shoved her hands down my pants and started screaming.
Bree Hamilton, love of my life, died by trying to give me a handjob. I dropped to my knees and started yelling.
I was wearingnothing but tight boxer briefs as I swung Frank around in my room, a smooth dance between close friends. My fingers grazed his cheek, feeling the texture of his skin against mine. He wasn’t a very lively dance partner, but I was willing to forgive him, considering Frank was dead.
“Bree’s outside again,” he said.
