Love Heals

Chapter 8

“Milo?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

Emilio turned his head slowly to regard Rachel with a small smile. It was the most he could manage. He felt like every single bit of energy and life he’d ever had, gushed out of his di*k with his org*sm. He was officially depleted. And he just wanted to lie there on the floor, forever.

“I’m great,” he said.

“Cool, so er, do you wanna er, move this to the bedroom? The surface on the bed is much softer than this floor.”

“Good idea. You should go ahead and go and I’ll join you when I can move again.”

Rachel let out a peal of delighted laughter, “How about we help each other there instead huh?”

“Cool. Anything for you,” he said attempting to move his hands, maybe sit up. Rachel slowly got to her feet and held a hand out to him.

“Come on big boy,” she said pulling him; she was a lot stronger than he thought and was able to get him upright with a few tugs.

“Thanks,” he said with a wide grin, “Now all I gotta do is walk.”

Rachel snorted, turning toward the door and dragging Emilio along behind her, “One foot in front of the other dude,” she cajoled laughingly. “You can do it.”

*****

Emilio had always loved waking up next to Rachel. Especially when she had her head resting on his chest. Or when they were both on their sides, spooning and his arm was around her waist. Or those few times where they were facing each other and her head was tucked under his chin. That was how he woke up this morning.

*****

“Hey doc,” Emilio greeted as he stepped into the his team doctor’s office.

“Hey Emilio. How are you doing?”

“Better? Hopefully? You tell me. I can walk without my cane…sometimes,” he said.