Love Coming from the Least Expected

If someone were to interview me right now and ask me how I feel, I would most certainly curse the crap out of the doctors. They were the reason I made all those extreme decisions and planned for my death while secretly distancing myself from Christopher. We were lucky that Christopher was persistent and came after me. If he hadn’t, we might’ve lost each other forever.

In fact, if he was even a little less firm… he might’ve already married someone else and had a child by the time I learned that I was actually fine.

Christopher locked my hand in place and stopped me from moving about too much. He gestured the bag of saline attached to me and cooed, “Be good. They haven’t removed the needle yet.”

I pouted a little. Darn it. This man wouldn’t touch me, even though it’s so romantic. Shouldn’t we be celebrating? My eyes glowed differently when I grinned mischievously. I held Christopher’s face and asked, “Do you know what I really want to do now?”

“Tell me. I will stay by your side and do whatever you want to,” promised Christopher as he caressed my face.

him toward the door. Needles, medications… there was no point in having any of that anymore. Everything was just a joke. When I was unaware of my

I wanted was

here a few days for observation,” said Christopher, who took a few

and catch up or I’ll get mad,” I teased before I unsuccessfully cracked my knuckles and showed off my non-existing muscles. I

a patient. You shouldn’t

You must spoil me and do whatever I want today to celebrate my newfound life. I’m gonna bite you if you keep dragging your feet like that,” I complained. I also made an exaggerated biting gesture before I

gown off. He remained clothed, but his eyes shone with amusement. That got me to kick him a

suddenly burned with passion. He gently led me closer to him and had his body stuck on me. He deliberately positioned me so that I could feel how

while since we were that unrestrained with one another,

and I detected a hint of minty scent. That was the unique scent of the shower gel he used, and I greedily took in that familiar, pleasant odor. If I could,

also going to lock you in place. Are you scared?” I challenged Christopher with

us around and switched our position. In just a second, I became the one with my back

near the door. Then, he carried me, and we played on the carpet in the living room. My annoying

and threw it away when we reached the couch. That was when I saw him taking a cigarette out to have a puff. I snatched the cigarette away and demanded, “I want