Falling in Love...Again chapter 8

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 8
2000 and then 2024

I removed her brace and leaned in, my mouth against the broken leg. I could feel the heat of her skin, the way her breath hitched as I kissed her. I traced the long scars with my tongue, my hand cupping her other thigh, pulling her closer to me.

"I want more," she said, her voice urgent.

Our kisses were desperate, hungry, our bodies pressing against each other. I slipped my hand into her underwear, my fingers finding her wetness. She let out a low moan, her hips bucking against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her heat. She gasped, her fingers digging into my back. I added another finger, my thumb circling her clit, feeling her response.

"That feels so good."

I kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth as my fingers explored her. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

I kissed and licked her broken leg. I could feel her scars against my lips, it contrasted with the softness of her body. I wanted more. I slipped off her underwear, my mouth finding her wetness. She let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as I tasted her. I could feel her responding to my touch, her body arching against mine.

"I want you inside me II want to feel you."

I could see the desire in her eyes, the way her body responded to mine. I positioned myself between her legs, my penis brushing against her wetness. She let out a low moan, her hips bucking against me. I slipped inside her, feeling her tightness, her heat.

I reached down, my hand cupping her breast, my thumb brushing against her nipple. She let out a low moan, her body arching against mine. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

I felt her muscles tightening, her body shuddering as she came, her nails digging into my back. I could feel her heat, her wetness, the way her body responded to mine. I let out a low groan, my body tensing as I came, my penis pulsing inside her. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in short gasps.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing.

As we left, I walked beside her, more certain than ever that I didn't just admire Avery. I was in love with her. And as move gracefully on her crutches, I was ready to face them with her, step by step.

The days that followed were filled with more moments like that, simple, sweet, and full of sexual desires. I hadn't realized I'd been missing. Avery had a way of turning the ordinary into something extraordinary, and I found myself falling for her more with every passing day.

The end started with a phone call. I was at her apartment, looking at some of her recent paintings, while she answered the phone in the kitchen. Her voice, always animated, took on an even more vibrant tone as the conversation progressed.

When she hung up, her eyes were glowing with excitement. "Miles," she began, her words tumbling out in a rush, "you won't believe this. LinkFire, you know, the band I'm always talking about, they want me to audition to replace their lead singer during her maternity leave!"

I blinked, trying to process. LinkFire was a rising name in the punk scene, a band with serious potential. This was huge for her, but the implications hit me like a weight.

"That's amazing," I managed, forcing a smile. "When's the audition?"

"Next week," she said, practically bouncing off her crutches onto her bad leg.

She was so radiant, so alive with possibility, that I couldn't let my doubts show. But as the days passed, those doubts grew harder to ignore. Avery's focus shifted to preparing for her audition, and I started to see less of her.

She was still partially reliant on her leg brace. Watching her recovery process had been humbling, but now her determination to walk and heal faster was fuelled by something more, a dream that could take her far away.

I saw her one last time before she left. She was walking with more confidence now, with a determination that made her seem unstoppable. She didn't see me as I watched from a distance, her head held high as she disappeared into a taxi. I should have been there...

As much as it broke me, I knew she'd be amazing. She always was. But the price of her dreams was our love, and it was a cost neither of us could escape but still I should have been there...

2024

I stood in the doorway, watching Avery as she made her way across the room on her crutches. Each step was deliberate, her left lower leg and foot held stiff with her knee bent keeping the cast off the floor at all times with her toes fully exposed. The light from the window caught the surface of the cast, giving it a sleek sheen that contrasted with the soft denim of her skirt and the pale pink of the ballet flat on her "uninjured" foot.

Her movements were smooth, practised and graceful. She wasn't burdened by the crutches or the cast, instead, she carried herself with confidence, her ponytail swaying with each step and a faint smile playing on her lips. I couldn't help but notice the way her glasses caught the light when she glanced over at me briefly, as though checking to see if I was watching clearly enjoying herself.

She reached the couch and eased herself down, propping her cast on a cushion with the kind of care that suggested it wasn't just about comfort, it was about savouring the moment. She set the crutches beside her, leaning them against the armrest, and settled back with a sigh. Her fingers brushed idly against the edge of the cast, and there was a look of contentment on her face, like she was exactly where she wanted to be.

She glanced up and caught me watching, her smile widening slightly. "Something on your mind?" she teased, her voice light.

I shook my head, stepping into the room and leaning against the wall. "Just wondering how you make that look so easy," I said honestly.

Her laughter was soft, almost musical. "It's not as hard as it looks," she said, adjusting the cushion under her leg. "You get used to it."

She was wearing a simple yet flattering outfit: a faded denim skirt that ended mid-thigh, snug enough to show off her figure without being tight, paired with a soft white blouse that looked like it might have been made for lounging but still felt put-together. Her right foot, crossed casually beneath the cast, was bare except for a sleek, ballet flat.

Her glasses perched delicately on her nose, and her hair was swept into a loose ponytail that gave her a carefree look. But it wasn't just her outfit that caught my attention, it was her expression. She looked... happy. Peaceful, even. And it was impossible to ignore the faint smile on her lips, like she was holding onto a secret.

"Avery," I said, keeping my tone calm, though my mind was racing, "can we talk about this?" I gestured toward the cast, raising an eyebrow.

She set the magazine down, smoothing her skirt as she did, and tilted her head slightly, studying me. "Sure," she said, but her voice held a cautious edge.

I moved into the room, taking a seat on the edge of the armchair across from her. I didn't want to make her feel cornered, but I couldn't keep holding back my curiosity. "You seem more than happy. You seem comfortable with this, too comfortable for it to be just an inconvenience."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced down, her fingers trailing along the smooth black surface of the cast like it was something precious to her.

"And if I am?" she asked, her voice quiet but tinged with defiance.

I leaned back, giving her space. "I'm not judging you, Avery. I just want to understand."

Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She looked up at me, her eyes steady. She took a deep breath, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess you could say... I'm a 'caster.'" She let the word hang there, watching my reaction. When I didn't say anything, she continued.

"What?"

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 9 to come
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