Dangerous Temptation 2(18+)®️©️™️

Chapter Two

Amara's theme song: The Fighter by In This Moment.

•Noah•

It's been about three weeks. In that amount of time, Amara has gained her legs and arms back. We've as well been informed that it's best if she were to get a heart transplant. The wait list is longer than she has the patience for, so she turned it down. Since she doesn't know we are - were together, she doesn't care for my opinion or presence. Basically back at square one.

"Why do you always stare off like that?" She glares at me as she lifts 5 pound weights, her arms slightly shaky from the lack of use for three years.

Her doctor is surprised with how fast she's recovering. I on the other hand, wouldn't except less from a woman like her. She's stubborn as hell, but she's a fighter.

"You're doing it again."

"Sorry, I was thinking." I mumble, wiping my hands on my jeans before standing up.

"Where are you going?" Amara sets the weights on the bench beside her and follows me.

"You aren't suppose to leave until your physical therapy is over." My eyes meet her and it feels like my heart is being torn in pieces.

"Why are you leaving?" Her arms fold across her chest as she waits for my answer.

"I have important things to take care of. I'll be back as soon as I'm done." I almost reach my hand out to pull her in for a hug, but I stop.

"...okay." Giving me an odd look, she walks back to her work out area.

Taking one last look at her, I sign out and leave.

°Amara°

"Alright Amara, shower time and then it's lights out." The kind nurse enters my room with a few towels and a new shirt and pants.

It's a struggle for me to stand on my own. Noticing this, the nurse rushes to my side.

"I'm fine." I huff, shooing her away. On my own, I manage to stand from my bed.

"Well look at you!" She beams and cheers.

Ignoring her, I exit the room before her and lead her to the shower room.

"Your doctor thinks you should be able to shower on your own now, as long as you use the shower chair."

"Okay."

"I do have to stay in here though, just to make sure you don't get hurt."

"Could you turn around so I can change then?" I don't pretend to hide my annoyance.

She does as I ask. Turning the shower on, I slowly lift the shirt over my head, and pull the pants down, kicking them off my feet.

"I'm getting in now." I sit in the chair, immediately soaking my hair. Although my arms are exhausted and it's hurt to move them. "Could you help wash my hair? Please?.."

"Of course." She answers kindly. Opening the curtain a little, she grabs the rag from the pile of clean towels. "I'm going to put this over your eyes so soap doesn't get in them.",