Wrong Assumptions

Four weeks after the accident, I had returned to work. Though things were difficult and somewhat frustrating since I still needed help and couldn't drive; but I was dealing with it. Not well, but I was. I just wanted the cast off; I wanted it to be over and done with. It was stressful and without Tony helping, I wouldn't have known what to do. He had been there through it all, patient and caring; lending a hand whenever it was needed. The only thing was I felt things were slightly different between us. He was taking care of me so much, that it was hard for me to feel like I was his girlfriend. I also felt unattractive with the all cuts, bruises and the cast. Adding to that we hadn't been able to be intimate because of my injuries; which was the hardest part to deal during all this. I was a little worried that maybe Tony wouldn't find me attractive anymore.

After work and dinner, we had settled down to watch a movie, but had been distracted by playful banter that turned serious. We were kissing passionately until Tony pulled back. "I may need to go cool off, if you keep kissing me like that," he said between heavy breaths.

"So why stop?" I said seductively, pulling him closer and kissing him hard on the mouth.

He pulled back a little slower this time. "Because, I don't want to hurt you."