Breaking the Grid

Physio

When I wake up next to Kyra, yesterday feels like a blur. We got back home so tired after the party that we jumped straight into bed, leaving the day behind us. I glance at the clock—it's already 9 a.m. I reach for the bottle of water and the pills on my bedside table, my movements careful not to disturb her.

Turning my head slightly, I take in the sight of her still sleeping beside me. She really is something else, and I can't help but wonder if she thinks I'm creepy for watching her sleep. Her face is nestled against my chest, and I hear soft little noises escaping her lips, a peaceful melody that wraps around my heart. A stray hair falls across her face, so I gently brush it aside, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

She stirs a bit, shifting her head into my neck, her warm breath sending a tickle down my spine. I didn't realize she was awake until I feel the softest kiss placed on my neck, a delicate tease that sends my heart racing. "Good morning," I say, but she only responds by continuing her gentle kisses, igniting a fire deep within me.

I can't deny the effect she has on me; it's intoxicating. I shift slightly, trying to create some distance, but she doesn't relent. Her kisses trail down my neck, and I can't help but squirm a little at the sensation. "You smell good," she finally whispers, her voice husky with sleep.

It's only 9 a.m., and this girl is already turning my world upside down. I can't take it anymore. With a swift motion, I turn around, half on top of her but careful to maneuver around my leg. Our lips meet, and this kiss is anything but gentle—it's electric, filled with a heat that surprises even me.

Before I know it, we're lost in each other, but I know I have to pull back. I break away, trailing kisses down her neck as her soft moans fill the air around us, music to my ears. But when things start to escalate, I pull back again, a wave of reality crashing over me. I want something real, something deep, and it's too early for that.

Lying back down next to her, I watch as she keeps her eyes closed for a moment longer. When she finally opens them, our gazes lock, and her smile blossoms like the morning sun. "That's a good way to start the day," she says, her voice bright and teasing.

I can't help but grin back at her, rolling onto my back to give my leg a rest. "That was very teasing of you," I reply, my tone playful yet sincere.

Kyra gives me a curious look, but a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "So, what's the plan for today?" she asks, her accent thicker than usual in the morning, and it sends a pleasant shiver through me. There's something about her Australian drawl that makes me want to pull her close and listen forever.

"Well," I say, "I've got a physiotherapy appointment in an hour, but after that, I'm all yours for the day." I give her a wink. "And don't think I forgot about our date tonight."

Her smile widens, her hand slipping from mine only to settle gently on my knee. There's a soft look in her eyes as she watches me. "Is it your first session?" she asks, her tone gentle.

I nod, feeling an odd vulnerability rise up that I wasn't expecting. My throat tightens, and words seem to fail me. Sensing my hesitation, she just stays there, her hand resting on my leg in a reassuring way. After a quiet pause, she starts tracing soft circles over my leg with her fingers, and I can feel the tension in my body melting, even if just a little.

"Are you alright?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," I reply, but my eyes betray me as they drift down to her hand on my leg, my mind racing with questions and worries I can't easily shake. The truth is, I'm terrified. What if I can't walk without help? What if this injury changes everything for my career? What if everything I've worked for slips through my fingers?