"Tell me all the things you need to say."

I was finally discharged two weeks after that incident in Dr Leigh's office. Mom stayed with me for a few days before taking the plane back home. She had missed her job for a long period of time, so she needed to get back immediately before everything piled up way too much for her to handle. During her stay, she helped me pack and got most of my things over to Leon's apartment. She was worried about me staying alone, so I'd agreed to stay with Leon until I am able to cope by myself. 

Recovery had been a tough journey but I was progressing well and Leon had been bringing me to appointments after appointments. And on those days which he had to run off for school or meetings, Clara would be the one accompanying me. 

I had felt a lot better since the day I told Leon about everything, it also gave me the courage to open up to Mom and Clara. I knew they genuinely cared for me, so I took the first step to ask them for help. Honestly, I was glad I did that. It was because of them that I was able to manage my life well for the past two months. 

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"Rae, it's time for bed. If not, you won't be able to wake up in time for your physio appointment in the morning," Leon reminded. 

"You treat me like your kid sometimes," I laughed. 

"I would like to play the role of a loving boyfriend instead of a Dad." His brows raised in amusement. 

I smiled cheekily and stretched my arms out towards him. "Then, will my loving boyfriend carry me to bed please?" 

A wide smile appeared on his face and he strode forward. Leaning down, he folded my arms around his neck before lifting me off the couch in one swift movement. He brought us into his bedroom and placed me on his bed gently. I scooted towards the headboard and tucked my legs under the heavy blanket. The bed dipped on his side of the bed and he shifted close to me, circling his arm around my waist while tucking my back against his front. 

"Goodnight, Rae," he whispered. 

His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of my neck, sending tingles straight into my veins. I wiggled in his hold and the arm on my waist flexed to keep me in place. It had been two months since I moved in with him but other than kisses, we had done nothing more than that. Some days, he would rather spend an hour inside the bathroom drenching himself in the ruthless frigid water of a cold shower than to ask me to help him out. Leon had been so careful with me, even though I had all of my sutures removed more than a month ago. 

I flipped around, facing him. He adjusted himself so that I was buried into his chest and he rested his chin on top of my head. His voice sounded strained when he murmured, "Sweetheart, don't move around too much." 

I tipped my head back and planted a soft kiss on where his pulse pounded underneath. I breathed, "Leo."  

He tucked his chin in and angled his head to face me. His eyes fluttered open, shining in a beautiful shade with liquid gold seeped and filled in between the spaces of green. My hands reached for the hem of his shirt, balling the material. 

"Sweetheart, don't do that." 

His hands stopped me before I could remove his shirt. Disappointment tugged at my heart, but I wasn't going to give up. Closing my eyes, I inched forward to kiss him. Slow with my movements, I gently nibbled on his lips in a tantalising way. A soft groan elicited form the back of his throat and his arms raised to give my shoulders a gentle push. I seized that opportunity to pull his shirt up and my hands roamed to explore every ridge and line on his body. I missed him. 

"Rae," Leon pleaded, his breath urgent against my lips. 

"Why are you holding back?" I said in a voice that was dropped low to a whisper. 

"I don't want to hurt you," he said effortfully and those fingers holding on my shoulders released themselves and closed into fists. 

"You're not hurting me, Leo," I reassured. 

I positioned him back against the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him. I could feel him through the layers of clothes separating us and it ignited a spark of arousal within me. My hands curled against the curve of his neck and leaned down to kiss him. My lips pressed against his, unhurried and relishingly. He exhaled into the thin space when our mouths parted and his hands landed on my bottom as he pushed his hips up, pressing himself against me. 

"Sweetheart, are you sure about this?" he breathed. 

Instead of answering him, I showed him. Resting my palms on his chest, I steadied myself and pushed myself against him. A moan escaped from my throat in a soft whimper, and I felt his restraint snap when his arm circled my waist to flip me around, positioning me under him. His movement was smooth but careful, powerful but gentle at the same time. Air escaped my lungs when his weight rested satisfyingly on me, encaging me in his warmth. 

"If I'm hurting you, you need to let me know," he urged. 

I nodded but my mind was hazed with arousal and my body was heating up and aching for him all over. My fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him again for a kiss and he devoured my lips in a way that was shattering but filled with warm gentleness. It was so different from those kisses we used to share, there was nothing hot and wet about this. Yet, I was already left senseless and my mind stuck somewhere between reality and paradise. 

He pulled my sweater up, baring my chest to him. My eyes went to his throat as it worked on a swallow before I met his gaze in an alluring way. His hands covered my breasts and those agile fingers caught those aching peaks, slowly tugging and teasing them torturously. His name rolled off my tongue in a breathy moan and my back arched in response. 

His lips traced the lines of my jaw before making a fiery path down my neck to my chest, stopping in between my breasts. I shuddered when the pad of his fingers brushed over the tips and his mouth hovered over and covered one of them. 

His hands continued to make their path along the curve of my waist and down to my hips. Then, his fingers playfully danced on the patch of skin below my navel, further kindling the fire which threatened to consume me in whole. 

Within split seconds, every piece of clothing on my body was removed in one swift motion and his mouth left my chest. But before I could be disappointed by the sudden loss of sensation, he lowered himself and mouthed over the bundle of tension. A keening, sudden sound erupted from me as my fingers bunched on the soft material of his bedding. 

Each flick of his tongue pulled the coil of tension in me tighter. Just when I was drowning in this overwhelming sensation, he slid a finger through the wetness and I nearly lost it. My body arched off the bed and his name came off as a harsh whisper. He continued to push a riot of sensation into me by adding another finger and hooked his fingers slightly. That was all he needed and I went right over the edge with my release pounding powerfully within me. My breathing became erratic as my body quivered in the aftershocks of pleasure. 

"Still with me?" he asked.

"Yes..." My breath was shaky, but I was more than ready.

He reached over to his bedside drawers to grab a foiled pack and handed it to me. Unsure by the gesture, I looked towards him and he smiled. He was giving me the chance to decide whether I would want to continue with this. Without hesitation, I pushed myself off the bed and kissed him while I tore the package and rolled the protection on him. His body shuddered at my touch. 

"I had wanted you as badly too," he placed his forehead on mine and the tip of our nose brushed against each other. 

A lump rose in my throat and tears prickled the back of my eyes. I didn't know how much I needed to hear those words until now. My hands shot forward to grab on his arm. 

"I love you, Leon. I really really love you," I choked on a sob. 

"I love you too, Rachelle. Please know that."

Our lips found each other once again as he gently pushed me back down. Spreading my legs apart, he kneeled in between them before aligning himself against me. He entered me gently, inching himself in slowly. I whimpered at the sudden pressure but feeling satisfyingly filled. He lowered himself and kissed the corner of my eyes, taking away the tears that had fallen without my knowledge. 

He rocked his hips in gentle, slow motions. Yet, I felt every thrust deep and powerful. My fingers dug into his shoulders and circled my hips in a way to accommodate his motions. He breathed out an arousing groan into my hair, whispering my name softly over and over. I felt my breath hitch when I was once again near my release. He gave one last powerful thrust and we shattered. His weight leaned entirely on me as we held each other tightly.

"We're not going to make it for the physio tomorrow," I panted.

"We have to," he chuckled breathlessly. 

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