We kept in each other’s arms until my phone rang, informing me that my ride had arrived. “Michel, can you help me with that wheelchair?” I assumed that he would put me down and then bring the wheelchair closer to me but instead he lifted me up like a princess and safely deposited me in my sit, I felt my heart drumming in my chest when he lifted me and it took me a moment to make it go at a normal speed, “you know you could have just push the chair near the bed right?” and rolled his eyes “and risk the cuts in your feet been re-opened? Never!”

“Hey!” I yelled at him when he put me in the car alongside all my things, “do you want to come to my rental?” he got close to the window “last time we did that it didn’t ended up well” he said and then smiled “but, I guess you need your personal lifter to help you out of this car and into your sofa” I paid the extra for the new passenger and we were off, Michel told me that he had some meetings and deadlines to fulfill and that’s why he didn’t answered my text, once he finished them, he booked the first flight he could take here, which in retrospective makes sense he did told me that a new game he was working on was going to get the demo version available soon so he had to finish some things, it´s funny how I immediately went to the end of the world, when the car stopped Michel unloaded my bags and then knelled in front of my door giving me his back “hop on” he said “what are you my stead?” he neighed like a horse and it made me genuinely chuckle so much so that I forgot the driver was still there, I crawled to his back and he firmly grabbed my thighs “do you think that perhaps I could” I give him a chop to the head “move those hands ever so slightly up in I will bite your neck… not in the good way” “don’t threaten me with a good time” he moved hie ears up and down as he walked with me on his back, he managed to open the door and then I heard oh they are so sweet, right hony? I looked to the left and saw Yakimura and his wife looking at us. “Ah, what is to be young and in love, remember when I used to carry you like that, dear?” She smiled cheekily. “I remember you carrying me a lot.” They were absorbed into their memories. “Am… should we be concerned?” I shook my head, “I don’t think so, anyway, chop-chop move it, Rosinante!”

He buffed and stepped inside, he let me on the sofa and then crossed his arms “tell me what you need” and I swear to god my brain melted when the words left his mouth, he never cared this much for me, I remember he once let me fend for myself during a high fiver on test week, I asked if he could get me some medicine only to get a don’t be so slopy and lazy, god is just a fiver is not like you are dying Rich. But now, he is here welling to do anything, maybe is the deplorable state I’m in or the fact that right now I’m more mellow out because of the pain killers I took so instead of a guarded snivy remark I told him “there’s a cheese cake I bought for ether a win or a loss, can you bring it here?” he nodded and walked to the kitchen, I took the opportunity to look at the cuts on my feet and arm, they did look bad, lucky I didn’t need stitches for my arm but it feels numb, I poke at the bandages of my feet and winced, walking will be difficult for a moment, thank god that I have a day to recover before the flight, “are you looking at your feet?” Michel appeared with the cake and some plates while I was poking at the bandages “I think I should change the bandages and get the ointment they gave me” he got it from my bag and I extended my hand to take it, instead he grab my leg and gently undid the bandages “w…www…wait!” he stopped and looked at me as he rolled the leg of my pants.

“yeah?” he asked with allure in his voice and I felt the air leaving my body “I…I…I can do this… you know, you don’t have to” he smiled “but what if I want to?” he said and traced the radius of my calf, and I felt electricity where his fingers trailed “it… it… god… it looks bad, and I don’t want to gross you-” he shut me up with a kiss to my shin, it´s taking all the restrain I have in me to not pounce on him right this instant “you are not gross, you are perfect” this shouldn’t be like this, he is just taking care of my wounds, but the way his fingers move around my foot the little stings of pain and pleasure I get form this is making my head go blank, he finished and kissed my newly bandage foot “I take it you like it” he flashed me a cheeky grin I end up panting and catching my breath “you… you are a cheater” he washed his hands,  cut the cake and handed me a slice “and you are so cute”  I look at him when I put a piece of the cake in my mouth “you know I was ready to jump your bones right?” he nods and turns the tv on “oh I know, I know that had I continue I would had to carry you to the bedroom” he picks a horror movie in the tv while we eat “then why didn’t you?” I ask as the blondie in the move gets axed, he shrugs “I want that when and if it happens” he blushed and I wonder how the hell did he manage to remain compose while I was at the border of moaning “I want it to happen when you are not under the influence of anything… otherwise it will feel wrong”  I nod and keep eating “you are such a gentleman” when in the past he would have ask over and over until I said yes, I let my head rest on his shoulder “I´m not that medicated” I told him “Richard I know you took some pain killers, I was the one that talked to the doctor” I pouted “you are sleeping next to me right?” “Yep, this sofa is not good for my back.”