The Return of Amanda (sequel to For the Last Time)

Chapter 27

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

FINAL CHAPTER

Third Person POV

"Are you sure this has not set you back in your therapy program?" Saint asked for the third time, breathing heavily, drops of perspiration appearing on his forehead.

"It was my left lower leg that was injured, not any other body part," Perth said with a big grin.

"Tae's gonna kill you if he sees all his therapy sessions going down the drain because of one moment of ..." Saint cut himself off, a tinge of pink suddenly appearing on his cheeks.

"... passion???" Perth finished for him with a teasing grin.

"Stop it," Saint slightly slapped him on the arm turning his face shyly away.

"Come here, babe," Perth started kissing Saint once more.

Saint gave out a soft moan when he felt Perth's wondering lips move to the side of his neck while his hand roamed Saint's chest.

Suddenly they heard the front door buzz.

"Who could that be," Saint wondered getting up from the bed.

"Wait, put a shirt on," Perth said, throwing Saint's shirt to him as Saint quickly made his way out the door.

While walking to the door, Saint placed his shirt on and opened the door.

Tae stared at Saint's open front, his chest still wet with sweat from the pleasurable activity that he and Perth had just performed.

"I'm ... I'm just here to ask Perth if he would like to do his last therapy exercises in advance," Tae explained. "Actually it will be more like an assessment of how much he has progressed and if I can pronounce his therapy program as completed."

"Sure, come on in," Saint opened the door wider to let Tae in, belatedly realizing that he had forgotten to button up his shirt and had exposed his whole chest for Tae to see.

"Who is it, hon?" Perth asked from the doorway. "Oh, hi, Tae, what brings you here?"

"I was just wondering ..." Tae had started to say when he interrupted himself with "Wait! Where's your wheelchair?"

"Oh I left it in the bathroom," Perth said, starting to walk towards the bathroom.

"Wait!" Tae exclaimed. "This is great! Come on over here to the living room and let me see how far you can go without using your wheelchair."

"Hmm ... where did you get all this strength and energy from," Tae was tapping his chin with his finger as he watched Perth walking gingerly to the living room and then sitting on the couch quickly before his legs gave way under his weight.

"Um ... um ..." Saint was trying to answer for Perth, his cheeks starting to turn pink once more while Perth watched him struggling to explain to Tae.

"I have done some personal exercises of my own," Perth said, winking naughtily at Saint.

"Would you like a cold drink?" Saint hurriedly asked Tae, to change the subject.

"Sure, thanks," Tae said.

After several leg strengthening exercises and after watching Perth successfully making it from one end of the living room to the other without any walking aid, Tae declared his therapy program officially over.

"Don't get overconfident though," Tae cautioned Perth. "Be sure to take it slow. Be aware of your limits."

"I will," Perth promised. "Thank you so much for all you have done for me."

"Of course," Tae said, walking over to Perth to give him a buddy hug. "Congratulations for your wonderful progress and I wish you all the luck."

"Thank you again," Perth said as he walked with Tae towards the door.

After Perth closed the door, he turned towards Saint with a naughty smile.

Saint started to run away but Perth caught up with him and grabbed him by the waist.

"We have not finished what we had started before Tae came to interrupt us," Perth said, leading Saint towards their bedroom.

"I really think I've had enough," Saint started to say but Perth interrupted him, "Remember I told you that I was going to make you pay for almost giving in to temptation with Joss?"

Saint looked anxiously at Perth as Perth continued to speak, "This is just the beginning of payback, because believe me, sweetheart, you owe me a lot, a big, big lot."

And with those words, Perth pushed Saint down on to the bed once more.