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.

go home,” I replied before I hopped onto the floor. I didn’t even turn around and look at Christopher before dragging 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 illness, I felt fine and it didn’t matter what I eat or

misinformation cleared, all I wanted

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

I teased before I unsuccessfully cracked my knuckles and showed off my non-existing muscles. I continued to drag him

a patient. You shouldn’t be

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

until I had already taken my hospital gown off. He remained clothed, but his eyes shone with amusement. That got me to kick him a little and complained, “Your wife is already half-naked. I’ll question my self-worth and

his body stuck on me. He deliberately positioned me so that I could feel how hard he was. Then, he whispered into my ear, “Are you getting ready

unrestrained with one another, and I was surprised to learn

the shower gel he used, and I greedily took in that familiar, pleasant odor. If I could,

to lock you in place. Are you scared?” I challenged Christopher with my head held up high,

position. In just a second, I became the one with my back on the wall. He lifted my

the living room. My annoying shirt hung on my shoulders and refused to fall away, but he refused

That was when I saw