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.

no point in having any of that anymore. Everything was just a joke. When I was unaware of my illness, I felt fine and it didn’t

cleared, all I wanted was to go

have to stay here a few days for observation,” said Christopher, who

fine now. Hell, I am as healthy as a horse. Hurry and catch up or I’ll get mad,” I teased before I unsuccessfully cracked my knuckles

you’re still a patient. You shouldn’t be so

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 grabbed a cab to go home. Immediately after Christopher opened the door, I pushed him to the wall and tore his clothes off. As I did so, I gestured for him to do the same

still leaning against the wall until I had already taken my hospital gown off. He remained clothed, but his eyes shone with amusement. That got me

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 hard

a while since we were that unrestrained with one another, and I was surprised to learn that I was not used to

was the unique scent of the shower gel he used, and I greedily took in that familiar, pleasant odor. If I could, I would drown

Are you scared?” I challenged Christopher with my head held up

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 shirt hung on my shoulders and refused

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