Part 4

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I don't know why I did this. No clue. But I do not regret

Her face inches closer to me and just like that I kissed her. Slowly pressing my lips to hers. I close my eyes enjoying the moment. She dose not move. I thought she liked me. WHY ARE GIRLS SO CONFU-
My thoughts are cut off by her pressing her lips to mine just a tad. Her tongue slowly licks my bottom lip. I smile. She opens her eyes and blushes. I never knew that a firetruck could be on someone's face but I guess I learned something new. I chuckle, watching her bashful reaction. She instantly looked down.
That moment I realize I'm not longer paralyzed. Talk about a movie scene or what. I lift my hand up placing it gently on her cheek cupping her face. I look into her eyes, bringing her face closer, tilting my head the slightest bit. I kiss her. My tongue slips into her mouth twirling around hers. She smiles kissing me back, full of passion like she has been waiting for this to happen forever. We slowly break apart gasping for air. Her cheeks flush but she refuses to look away. 

I smile innocently at her.

I put my hand on hers.
"Why... did you jump in front of that car for me?"
To be honest I don't know.
I don't know why I did that I don't know why I kissed her.
"Because you were oblivious" I laugh
She looks down, ashamed. Oh she's a softy oops. "Oh cheer up it could've been worse" she smiles weakly at me and nods.  

¨T-thank you..¨ She mutters with an uncertainty of what to say.

¨Are there any serious injures?¨

I think for a moment. ¨How the hell would I know? I just woke up!¨ She laughs and walks  over to the nurse.   "He will not be able to walk for a long time I am afraid his femur is broken."

She nods understandingly. She trots her way towards me. "Well looks like I'm in charge of you for the next however long until you get better"
I look at her blushing slightly. I nod.
"You can stay with me during this time if you would like it would make things a while lot easier."
"Hell yea! Okay that will work"

The nurse slowly helps me get up and puts me in a wheel chair. My new caretaker roles me to the door, I use a pair of crutches she gave me. We both head out of the door. Hop in the car and arrive at her apartment.

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