Stable Connection

Chapter Fifteen

Lina’s POV

            When I woke up the next morning I noticed that I had my body wrapped around something in bed; opening my eyes it took me a few moments to realize who the tribal tattooed arm and shoulder that was next to my head belonged too. When I realized that it was Jon’s arm I relaxed and started trailing my fingers along his chiseled chest; I don’t know what made me do it but I was enjoying it. His chest was hard and covered in muscles that would twitch lightly when my fingers came in contact with his skin; how much did someone have to work out to get a body like this, I wondered. The more time I had spent with Jon the more I came to like him and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t liking the feeling of laying in bed with him right now; I hadn’t really sorted out my feelings for him yet but I knew one thing for sure and that was he was a great friend. I couldn’t help but wonder if one day we would grown into more than friends though; he was really hot and fun to be around, not to mention how easily we got along and everything that we had in common with each other. I could see myself falling for him but I had no idea if he would ever feel the same way about me.

            When Jon made a sound in his sleep I stopped moving my fingers along his chest and looked up at him; it wasn’t until he opened his eyes and looked down at me that I realized that I was still sprawled out across his body. I was slightly embarrassed about the position I got myself caught in and it didn’t stop there, no I had to get myself caught checking him out again when he got up to search for a shirt; can you really blame me though, I mean the guy had the body of a Greek god! I could tell before I even tried to stand up that I wasn’t going to be able to put weight on my hurt leg; it didn’t stop me from trying though and with a little help from Jon I managed to stand but the moment I put weight on my leg it took everything I had not to cry out in pain.

            Knowing that I had a lot of paper work to sort through I thought it would be best if I could get Jon to take me down to the office for the day; we both quickly realized that I would need to change first and after he got dressed he came back over to help me get up. Instead of helping me stand and wobble my way through the apartment and down the stairs he instead just picked me up bridal style in his arms, the same way he had carried me up here, and carried me down the stairs and to his truck. Sitting me in the front seat he drove up to the house then proceeded to lift me up and carry me into the house and up to my room. He set me down in my closet to give me time to pick out some clothes while he started the water for me to take a shower; I balanced on one leg and used the wall for support as I picked out some clothes and once I found some shorts and a shirt he helped me into the bathroom.

“I will just wait in your room; let me know if you uh… need any help or anything.” He said rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t really sure what to say; I would imagine he was thinking about what he would do if I had to call him in because I slipped in the shower or something, I could only hope that I could balance myself long enough not to have to call for help while I was completely naked and helpless on the shower floor.

“Ok, thanks.” I said slightly flushing at the thought of falling in the shower and how embarrassing it would be for both of us if he needed to come in and help me.

            Jon closed the bathroom door behind him as he left and I lowered myself down onto the toilet to take off my clothes; once I was undressed I used the wall to pull myself back to my feet and very carefully hobbled my way into the already warm shower. The hot water rolled over my body soothing my sore muscles from the fall but somewhat stinging as it ran over my freshly bruised leg; showering with only one usable leg was difficult to say the least, there was a few times when I almost lost my balanced and thanked the heavens above that my shower had a few small handles attached to the side that I could use to catch myself. Turning off the shower I grabbed my towel that I had hanging over the shower door and wrapped it around me before I stepped out and slowly got myself dressed; I guess my progress was a lot slower than I thought because just as I slipped my shirt over my head Jon knocked on the door.