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Thursday, August 1, 2024

Chapter 9

She looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, her fingers rubbing my cast. "I think I have feelings for you, Lily. Real, deep feelings. This whole experience, the casts, the intimacy... it awakened something in me."

My heart skipped a beat. "I feel the same way. There's something special between us, something I've never felt before."

She smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I was so scared to admit it, but now that I have, I feel a sense of relief. I don't know what the future holds, but I want to explore this with you."

I squeezed her hand, feeling a surge of emotion. "I want that too, Ava. Whatever happens, we'll face it together. But you are a married woman"

She leaned forward, her lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, and the intensity of her emotions. My heart raced as I wrapped my broken arm around her, pulling her closer to me. Her fingers tracing the outline of my cast. We sat there for a moment, lost in our own thoughts.

The tranquility of our morning was abruptly shattered by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Ava and I exchanged a look of surprise and concern. She shifted nervously on her crutches, her full leg walking cast thumping softly against the floor as she moved towards the window. I wheeled myself to her side, my heart pounding in my chest.

"It's Mark," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Before I could respond, the front door opened, and Mark stepped inside. His eyes immediately fell on Ava, his expression a mix of relief and surprise looking at his wife long leg cast. He crossed the room in quick strides, his gaze flickering to me before returning to his wife.

"What happened to your leg?" His eyes then shifted to me, noticing my broken ankle and arm.

"And what's going on with you? Didn't you say that your games were safe?"

Ava's grip tightened on her crutches, her knuckles turning white. "Mark, I... I needed some time to think. About us. About everything."

Mark's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "And you thought coming here was the best way to do that? With her? It's not worth the money" He glanced at me, his tone dripping with disdain.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Mark, Ava needed space, it was never just for the money and you know that."

He ignored me, focusing solely on Ava. "You're coming home with me. Now."

Ava's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. "I can't, Mark. Not yet. Go home and I will see you tomorrow."

His face contorted with anger. "I'm your husband!" He paused, eyeing her crutches and cast. "How did you break your leg?"

The tension in the room was palpable. Ava looked between Mark and me, torn between her loyalty to her husband and the growing attachment she felt towards me. Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath.

"Mark, please try to understand, this isn't about you. It's about me. My leg is fine." Mark's expression softened slightly, but his confusion was still evident. I reached out, placing a comforting hand on Ava's arm.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with anger and pure hate. "I don't trust you."

Ava stepped forward, limping on her cast making a soft thud as she moved. "Mark, go home and I will see you tomorrow."

Mark's shoulders sagged, and he let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. But don't expect me to wait forever, Ava." He turned and left without another word, the sound of the door closing echoing through the house. Ava collapsed into a nearby chair, burying her face in her hands. I moved closer, my heart aching for her.

"Ava," I said gently, "I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

She looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. "I don't know what to do, Lily. I'm so confused."

I took her hand in mine, squeezing it reassuringly. "Take your time, Ava. We'll figure this out together.

The next morning I woke up to find her leaning 100% on her cast no more crutches, her walking cast was a part of her now. Ava's spirit seemed stronger.

"Lily, I've been thinking a lot about my life, my marriage, and my feelings for you. This experience has changed me in ways I never thought possible."

I wheeled myself closer to her, my broken ankle and arm a constant reminder of the journey we were on. "Ava, you don't have to make any decisions right now. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

Looking into her eyes I realized that our time together was coming to an end. We both knew that Ava would soon return to her life with Mark, and I would be left to plan my next proposal if there was going to be a next one.

That afternoon, Nurse Anastasia Steele, whom we affectionately called Nurse Ana, entered the room. "Lily, Ava, it's time," she said gently.

Ava and I exchanged a glance, knowing what was coming. "Lily, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice trembling. "Your arm isn't really broken."

My eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I wanted you to be vulnerable too," She admitted. "But now, it's time to remove the cast."

Nurse Ana nodded and began the delicate process of removing the cast from my arm. As the cast came off, I flexed my fingers, bent my elbow feeling the freedom of movement return.

I stood up, feeling unsteady at first, and reached for the crutches that Nurse Ana handed me.

"I'll be on crutches for a while," I said, trying to smile.

Ava stood up as well, her leg now free from the cast. She slipped into a pair of sexy heels, her movements confident and assured. "Lily, thank you for everything, including the money" she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

We shared a final embrace, holding each other tightly. The bond we had formed would remain, even as we went our separate ways.

As they prepared to leave, I looked at Ava, her beauty shining through. "No matter what happens, you'll always have a special place in my heart," I said softly.

"And you in mine," she replied, her eyes filled with love. She was ready to face whatever came next.

Ava stood by the doorway, her legs now free from the cast in sexy high heels. She looked stunning, her confidence radiating as she balanced perfectly on those stylish shoes. I couldn't help but admire her transformation, both physical and emotional, over the past ten days.

I hobbled towards her on my crutches, my broken ankle still in a cast. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me. I reached out, taking her hand in mine. "Ava, no matter what happens, know that you'll always have a place here with me"

She pulled me into a tight embrace, her tears mingling with mine. "I don't want to say goodbye," she whispered.

"Then don't," I replied softly. "This isn't goodbye. It's just the beginning of a new chapter for both of us."

With a final, lingering kiss, Ava turned and gracefully walked out the door, her high heels clicking softly on the floor. I watched her go, my heart heavy yet filled with a strange sense of hope.

A Unique Proposal
Conclusion to come
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