Love Therapy

Chapter 3

Kylie's alarm goes off. She reaches over and turns it off. Malia groans beside her. "Why did Mel schedule your physical therapy so early?!" She sits up. "Cause the sooner i get it over with, the sooner i can come back home and rest." Kylie shrugs. Malia sighs as she turns and gets out of bed. She goes over to the dresser and opens her drawer, yes she has her own drawer. She grabs baggy jeans, black tank top and cream cardigan.

She goes to the bathroom and changes without saying a word. Kylie turns to the side and grabs her crutches that were leaning on the wall. She goes to her dresser and tries to decide what to wear. She's going to be in therapy which means they'll be moving her leg a lot. She'll need baggy clothes. Or maybe a skirt? Actually no, absolutely not. She does not need anyone seeing her underwear. Baggy clothes it is. She looks through her dresser till she finds her baggy jeans and a white tank top. She glances out the window and notices it was a bit sunny. She opens another drawer and grabs a hat.

She throws on her timbs (or tries to) as Malia exits the bathroom. "Hey, you look cute." She smiles. Kylie turns around. "Hey, so do you. You look comfy." Malia laughs. "Yeah, you too." "I have to wear this, they'll be stretching my leg, i need something roomy." She shrugs. "Well, regardless, you look good." Kylie smiles. "Thanks, we better get going." Malia nods. "You're right." She grabs Kylie's car keys as Kylie grabs her crutches. She holds open the door for her as she slowly walks out. "You ok?" Malia asks. "Yeah, i got it."

They both get it and Malia drives her to her physical therapy. She remembers when she was in therapy. It was hard, very hard. But in the end, it was worth it. And she knows it'll be worth it in the end for Kylie, and she'll be there every step of the way, no pun intended, to help her. She parks the car and gets out. She runs over to Kylie's passenger side and helps her out. Together, they head inside. Kylie signs in as one of the therapists comes out. "Hey, are you Kylie?" She asks. "Yeah, that's me." "Good, well, right this way then." She leads them both inside. They walk past some other people here as well. Some athletes. Some older adults. Even kids. Malia felt bad watching them struggle. Kylie notices and holds her hand. Malia looks at her and smiles. "Come on, let's get you better." They walk to a private room and Malia sets their stuff down. "Ok so today, i don't want you to actually try and walk, you're definitely not ready for that. Today, i just want you stretching. Stretching out your leg, your muscles, bending them, straightening them. Just so your leg can get used to the feeling again without applying any pressure." She tells her. Kylie nods. "Got it."

"Ok, so i want you to lay down on the mat." She gently helps Kylie lay down. "Now, legs straight out." She helps her adjust her legs and lay them both flat out. "Now, I'm just gonna lift your leg ok? Just slightly." Kylie nods. She grabs her ankle and slowly lifts Kylie's leg. "Ok, good. So where does it hurt the most?" "My knee." Kylie tells her. She nods. "Ok, so we'll work on the bending of the knee for today since it seems like your leg can still go back while it's straight. It's just the bending that's the problem." Kylie nods. Malia watches from afar, listening to everything the therapist was saying. Watching all that she was doing. She tests Kylie's leg, to get a sense of her limitations and just how far she can push it for today.

One move in particular has her in shock. She watches as she straightens Kylie's leg and pushes back, using her own body to apply pressure. If they weren't in physical therapy right now, this would look like a rather compromising position. But she knows it's part of the therapy. Cheerleaders do this stretch before a routine. Dancers do this stretch, of course she could never stretch back as far as Kylie's stretching right now. She gave up dancing long ago. A phone notification goes off as her therapist grabs her phone beside her. "Oh great. I'm sorry, I'll be right back. This one patient is very picky and he only wants me to help him. Uh..." She glances at Malia. "Hey, can you come here a sec?" She asks her. Malia stands and walks over. "I've gotta help this client real quick but she needs to hold that position for a minute. Could you help her? She just needs someone to apply pressure, that's all." Malia starts getting nervous. "Uh, sure?" She helps Malia get into position. Malia grabs Kylie's leg that's pointed in the air. She kneels in front of her and leans forward.

Her leg was now practically over her shoulder as her front was pressed against the back of her leg. Their crotches are dangerously close to each other. They stare awkwardly at each other for a bit. "Thanks Malia." Kylie whispered, though she didn't know why, it was only them in the room. It was as if she was afraid if she spoke too loudly it would shatter their little world that they were in. "Of course Kylie." Malia whispered back. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. "Um, you can put more pressure if you want?" Kylie tells her. Was she implying....? "Uh, yeah, ok. If you think you can handle it?" Malia asks, the double meaning behind her words strung thick in the air. Kylie nods. "I can handle it." "Ok." Malia locks eyes with her as she leans forward more, applying more pressure to her leg. "Tell me when to stop." She tells her. Kylie just stares at her. She keeps going until somehow they end up touching foreheads. "Jesus Kylie, I didn't know you were that flexible." Malia breathes heavily. "Yeah, I'm pretty flexible." Kylie bites her lip.

"Oh wow! Look at you!" Her trainer comes back, snapping them out of whatever trance they were just in. Malia quickly but gently puts her leg back down before standing. She clears her throat. "Well, our session is done. You did a good job!" Kylie smiles. "Thanks." "Here, let me help you up." She helps Kylie stand as Malia hands her crutches. Kylie smiles thankfully as tension runs even thicker than before. "Well, you guys are good to go. I've got another client coming soon." They both nod and thank her before leaving. Malia grabs Kylie's bag by the door. The walk to the car and the car ride home was in complete silence. They finally walk inside Kylie's apartment. Kylie goes to the couch and places her leg on the pillow to elevate it while Malia gets her pain medication and a cup of water. She comes back and hands them both to her. "Thanks." Kylie pops the medication in and drinks a sip. She hands the cup back to Malia and grabs the remote. Malia walks back to the kitchen and leans over the sink. What the fuck just happened? Kylie scrolls through Netflix not really aiming to watch anything in particular, her mind elsewhere. What the hell was that?

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Oops 🙊😏👀☕🙈 sexual tension is as thick as my husbands.... You know what? Nevermind....