Talking to Tom

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Claire's perspective

I get home from the hospital, in crutches. Tom opens the door for me. Why is he even still here helping me?

"thank you."

I walk into my apartment and already trip over the rug, not even two steps in.

"Claire? Maybe I should help you there?"

I turn my head instead of my body. Probably looking like a bitch and annoyed by his generosity. I'm not, he's been great.

"I'm good thank you, you have done quite enough."

I can't believe I'm pushing him away. I'm getting ahead of myself. Not ever guy is the same. He's kind because he's a kind person. Nothing else. He looks sad, one of my crutches hits my coffee table and I face plant. Perfect.

"Oh here lemme help you, I insist you come with me to my home. I'll help you until you can come back."

He lifts me up and I sit on the couch. This was the first time he's touched me; like actually touched me. Not just holding. He grabs my lower back and it feels different cause that hasn't happened in almost a year.

"I could possibly stay with you for awhile, I don't want to be any bother."

He smiles. Tingles run through my body. How does he do that?

"I'll go pack for you, I'll just carry you to your room so you don't fall."

He smirks, he picks me up. As hes walking me to my bedroom I look up at him, he looks down at me. My brain stops working all I want to do is kiss him, but I can't. I don't know why my brain wants this so bad. He lays me on the bed and stands up. Nothing could of possibly go wrong with him here.

"so wheres your bag?"

I point to the floor. I need to stop being all flirty. Maybe I shouldn't stay with him? I would be fine. I could just sleep on the couch and carefully go to the bathroom when I need too. I'll get a wheelchair!

5 minutes later

Once were finished he gives me the bag and picks me up again, I look into his dazling eyes. That time he doesn't look down at me. I know he's trying to get me out of his brain too. He looks stressed and distracted. He sets me on the couch and I give him the bag back, he allows me to use my crutches on the way to the car. Somethings hitting him. The same thing that's getting me. I get into his very nice expensive car again, he doesn't speak to me he does turn on the radio though. I don't want this car ride to be awkward. And I don't want to spend the rest of the night like were strangers. Well we are. But I wouldn't call it that anymore.

"I love this song! Its so sad but I love it"

Tom turns and looks at me, he starts singing the song and he sounds like an angel. He starts dancing, he nudges me in the arm to join in. We move back in forth to the music. I can't help myself but smile and just go along with it. He stops and turns the radio down.

"Were here!"

I look up and see a lovely small home, I expect it to be very lovely decorated. He hands me my bag and gets out of the car to help me. This time he's the first to look me in my eyes. As he helps me out and I grab the crutches I look away. He opens the door for me and we hold strong eye contact and I feel so numb by his smile. He points for me to sit down on the little bench by his garage door. He reaches down and goes to take off my shoe, we make eye contact again this time he leans in. Oh but this time we kiss, we kiss for a long time, we lay down on the bench kissing.
He stops and picks me up and walks me to his bedroom. He kicks the door closes and lays me on his bed.

No lights.

No noise.

Just me and him.

I mean you can guess what happens next, I'll spare you the details....

When we finish I fall asleep curled up next to him with my hand on his chest, hes warm and naked. I don't believe that I'm awake anymore. I broke my ankle. I met a nice guy. Who has a dog. And he's nice! We had sex....something I haven't done since I left my boyfriend. Nothing is real anymore, can I pinch myself?
I feel him move around and turn in even CLOSER to me then he already is. I don't know how, but I can feel him smile. And well, I did too.

Thank you. Thank you. I can't believe how far this story has gone. I hope you enjoy the story!

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