Boundless Love

A Perfect Date

Levi's POV...

I try my best to stay in a good mood the rest of the week. I feel like I'm treading water, making sure I don't say or do the wrong thing. I wish I could take back all those things I confessed to her, but I can't, so instead I keep apologizing to her every chance I get.

Because she is the most understanding person that I know, she repeatedly reminds me of how proud she is of me for telling her how I feel.

How can anyone be lucky enough to deserve someone like her, especially someone like me? I'm grateful that I have Jake to talk to about everything with. He helps put things in perspective for me and tries to make me realize that I can be with her if I just let go of my fear. I need to stop being such a jerk all the time and start treating her the way she deserves to be treated.

Charlotte comes to get me from the gym after Nate finishes with my therapy. We walk together back to my room and she tells me that we need to pack since we're leaving tomorrow.

" I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight ... well you would be physically taking me out, but I would like for us to go on a date," I beam at her.

My hands fidgeting, nervously waiting for her to answer me. I hope she says yes, I really need to show her that we can can go out and do things like a normal couple, not just her taking care of me all the time.

She smiles at me with those captivating multi-colored eyes of hers and speaks in the most endearing tone, "I would love that."

I open my arms to her and pull her into me. I kiss her sweet lips before she breaks away and starts walking me towards the bathroom.

"Take a shower while I pack your bag, then we'll bring your stuff to my place so that I can take a shower before we go out," she instructs.

I pause to look at her for a moment. " We'll stay at my place and get a ride to the airport from there tomorrow," she explains.

" And please don't be mad, but we have to take your wheelchair on the trip with us tomorrow, so we need to bring it with us tonight.... you don't have to use it on our date though if you don't want to," she timidly states.

"No it's fine, I'll take you out in my wheelchair tonight," I say which completely surprises her. She kisses me on my cheek and leaves me to shower.

I ask her if I can take my wheelchair up to her apartment when we get there. She gives me another surprised look, then smiles and agrees. I don't want her to have to walk me around everywhere or worry about me being stuck sitting in one place while she gets ready. This is my chance to show her a nice time tonight.

"Make yourself at home while I get ready," she says to me, leaving me in the living room as she heads for the shower.

Usually, I am stranded on the couch waiting for her to help me walk to a different room, but this time I'm glad I took my chair, I move about freely and get a better look at her home. It's simply decorated, I see she likes candles too. There's a small corner table in the living room with pictures of her family and a picture of her with two of her friends. Besides furniture, she really doesn't have much else to clutter her place with. She probably feels she doesn't need much because she spends all her time at the rehab center, which makes me a little sad for her. I hope I can be the one to make her happy outside of work.

"Ready?" I hear her voice.

I turn around to face her. She's wearing dark tight fitting jeans that hug her small curves and a pale blue blouse. Her long wavy dirty blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders.