I put down my tray and wiped my hands on my apron. I felt eyes on my back so i turned around and met the most beautiful eyes i've ever seen.They were deep and reflected a mind full of curious things. This man sat at a table near the window took a si...
It was the middle of afternoon and i was making a cake for Spencer.
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It was a bit difficult because i couldn't reach easily everything i needed. But i did all i could do and the cake was now in the oven. I was now on the sofa thinking about what i did today during the physical therapy. It made me smile. For once i was proud of myself. It also made me think about the situation we were in with Spencer. I could not stay in his apartment if i walk again. Sometimes i really felt like a burden. An hour later the cake was ready and i put it on a plate for later. I went into the bathroom to look for dirty clothes and decided to wash it. I wanted to help Spencer because i knew he didn't have the time to do those type of things with his job. I heard my phone ringing and wheeled myself into the living room to answer it.
"Hello ?" I asked. "Hey it's James. I wanted to know how you were doing ? I'm sorry i didn't come to see you in the hospital. Spencer told me you needed rest." He explained. "I'm fine. Don't worry Spencer told me he called you." "How do you cope with the wheelchair ?" "It's okay. I was in physical therapy this morning and i stood up." "It's great. I hope you'll get even better." He said. "I promise i'll come back to work the day i walk again." "Don't try to go too fast. You take the time you need." "Thank you. I appreciate." "I'll let you rest. You must be tired. I'll call again." "Okay thank you for calling. Bye." I said before hanging up.
This call made me think even more about the situation. I could not live like that without paying anything to Spencer. I knew i was poor but living on someone is horrible. I needed to get out of this fucking wheelchair.
POV Spencer
I was on my way to my apartment thinking that i've never been this happy to go back home in the evening. Usually i come back to an empty flat. Now i have a reason to hurry. I climbed the stairs meeting one of my neighbor and said hello. I opened my door feeling the warmth of the place. June wasn't in the living room so i dropped my bag and got in my bedroom. That's when i saw her standing in front of the window her back to me. I didn't know if she heard me but when i got closer to her i saw her hand trying to reach me. I took it and she turned around slowly grabbing my chest to support her body. It seemed like a hug but i knew she needed me in her process to heal.
"Are you not tired ?" I asked her putting my head against hers. "I am but i need to train so i'll get out of this thing." She said looking at the wheelchair with anger in her eyes. "I need to get my independence back." I knew what she meant and i was worried she would think of leaving me. "You need time. It won't work if you go too fast." "I need it Spencer." I grabbed her sides putting her in the wheelchair. Then i turned my back to her feeling rejected. "You need to ...to heal and i'm here for you. Why do you want to leave me ?" I murmured. She wheeled herself in front of me but i kept my eyes on the floor. "Look at me please." She said. I did but i knew tears were there. She gestured to me to kneel so i did. She put her hands on each sides of my face. "I love you." She whispered. "I love you too." Simple. That's how we were. "I can't live this way. On someone." She explained. "You could live with me forever." I told her not even thinking. "Spencer you can't say that. We just got together." "I want it." "I'm not ready." She said. I simply nodded. How could she be ready to move in with me when our relationship was at the first stage. I was stupid.
POV June
I knew i hurt him. I hugged him hoping he would understand my decision. "I love you. I love you. I love you.... I love y...." I repeated again again and again. I needed to be sure he knew that. He removed his head from my neck and looked into my eyes. He took my hands in his and squeezed them. Then he leaned and i knew we were about to kiss. My heart stopped and i just let it happen. When our lips met it was weird not bad weird but weird. I've never imagine how it would be like. But Spencer was gentle and our lips were warm. It was really weird to kiss without holding the other one's face. Our hands were clenched together and we just let our lips move without him or me dominating the other one. When we stopped i opened my eyes and saw Spencer crying. I really didn't imagine it this way. "Why are you crying ? Was it bad ?" I got worried. "No i loved it." He pecked my lips again to reassure me. "I wasn't sure you wanted it. I know it was your first." I pecked him too telling him it was good. "It wasn't your first obviously. Do you have a lot of experience Mister Reid ?" I asked him laughing. He immediately blushed. "I don't it's just i .... i kissed other girls and you didn't..." "No i did not kiss other girls." I replied laughing even more. "That's not what i meant i ....." "I know what you meant. Don't worry." I kissed him softly again and i felt good. We were good. "Let's eat i'm starving and i made you a cake for dessert. I wheeled myself towards the kitchen but i heard him. "I already had my dessert." He whispered touching his lips.
