Differentiated Exercises
Sarah
Despite the severity of the injury to my spine, as the doctors had stated, the ability to regain mobility in my legs was entirely under my control, driven by my willpower, of which I had an abundance.
Every day, I dedicated myself to physiotherapy and hydrotherapy sessions, to gradually improve the mobility of my legs and eventually regain the ability to move them without assistance, which, at that moment, was a challenge.
Despite being shaken by Rachel's visit the day before, I made the firm decision not to let it affect my progress. After all, my sister had repeatedly shown that she didn't deserve a second of my thoughts or concerns.
That afternoon, during another rehabilitation session, I was completely focused, working in tandem with my physiotherapist. He had been recommended by one of Kael's partners and had an excellent reputation.
"Can we call it a day, Milles?" I asked the physiotherapist. "I'm tired and cold."
We were in Kael's mansion, enjoying the heated indoor pool, but I was already feeling tired and just wanted to put on warm clothes and wait for my fiancé to arrive.
"Just a few more exercises, Sarah," Miles replied. "Come on!"
"I don't want to do any more exercises today, please," I whined, trying to gain the sympathy of the physiotherapist.
"None of that, Sarah," he didn't fall for my drama. "We can only finish when you complete the set of exercises I've prepared for you."
"You're becoming increasingly demanding, and I'll have to talk to Kael to replace you with another professional," I threatened, trying to look serious. "I'm sure my fiancé won't refuse to fulfill my request."
Despite having started working together on my recovery just a month ago, Miles and I got along very well. The camaraderie between us made the atmosphere lighter and more enjoyable during the challenging exercises he encouraged me to do.
"Whatever you intend to ask me, the answer will always be yes, my love," Kael said from behind me, startling me and eliciting laughter with his very timely arrival. "So? Is Miles overdoing your exercises again?"
"Exactly!" I immediately confirmed. "I can't take it anymore today, but Miles doesn't want to end the session."
Although it seemed like I was complaining about Miles, Kael perfectly understood our dynamic. He knew I was just dramatizing because, deep down, he valued the physiotherapist's work and had no intention of switching professionals. It was all part of our playful banter.
"You, more than anyone, know your fiancée and know that she always complains about the intensity, but if I reduce or make it lighter, she complains just the same," Miles commented, unfazed by my complaints to Kael.
"I have a solution to this problem," Kael said, smiling at me with complicity, and I immediately began to suspect what he intended to suggest. "You can end the session for today, and I'll help my fiancée with these last exercises. What do you say?"
Miles seemed to hesitate for a moment, aware of his professional responsibility. He knew that Kael wouldn't be the best choice to assist me with the exercises, as it would just be an excuse to avoid the demands the physiotherapist was imposing on me.
It was then that Maíra surprised everyone with her arrival and sharp wit. She commented:
"I say Kael is not the best option to help Sarah with these exercises. However, I must warn you that this battle is lost, and Miles should save his efforts for the ones to come."
"Maíra! I didn't know you were back," I exclaimed joyfully, seeing my sister-in-law.
"Hello, everyone!" she greeted with a contagious smile. "I just arrived, actually."
Kael took the opportunity to reprimand her for not informing them about her arrival:
"You should have let us know you were coming today. Mom went out with some cricket club friends and won't be coming home for dinner."
"And you, Kael? Isn't it too early to be home already?" Maíra countered.
Kael, looking at me with tenderness, replied, "As you know, my schedule has changed, and now my fiancée is my top priority."
Maíra suggested leaving Kael and me alone so he could finish the last exercises with me, and Kael readily agreed. Miles, finally, accepted the end of the session with some reluctance:
"Okay, then. I'll be back tomorrow, and you won't be able to escape as easily as you did today, heard, Sarah?"
With a reluctant response, I agreed, "Okay."
Maíra and the physiotherapist left the covered leisure area together, and when I turned my attention back to Kael, he was grinning foolishly.
"What's so funny?" I asked, feigning annoyance. "Do I look funny here in this pool, freezing and tired? Is that it, Kael?"
Kael didn't answer but maintained a mischievous smile on his face. He took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and then unbuttoned the collar of his gray linen shirt. This piece of clothing followed the jacket and was thrown onto one of the padded chairs arranged by the edge of the enormous infinity pool.
With noticeable indignation in my voice, I asked:
"What do you think you're doing, Kael Graham?" Seeing that he was now unbuttoning his black dress pants, I said, "You are sorely mistaken if you think you're going to get into this pool with me when all I want is to get out of here."
Kael maintained his annoying silence and, wearing only remarkably snug white boxer briefs that left little to the imagination, he jumped into the pool. He kept a distance to avoid hurting me but soon swam to where I was standing, using a floatation vest and holding onto the edge.
I ask with irritation:
"Did you lose your tongue, by any chance?"
Instead of answering, he takes advantage of my position to envelop me in his embrace, spinning me around and causing my legs to wrap around his waist.
"Besides being a complainer, now you're irritatingly delicious, all bossy like this, you know?" he provocatively says, distributing small kisses all over my face.
I complain once again:
"Is this how you plan to help me with exercises, Kael?"
But Kael continues to kiss me, wrapping my arms around his neck, using his free hands to first remove the floatation vest and then lowering the modest top of the swimsuit I'm wearing.
"I love you... and that's why I'm going to help you with exercises that are much more enticing than pleasurable," he promises.
His mouth now takes possession of my breasts, which are free and waiting for him, and I feel my entire body shiver, but not from the cold; it's the desire he ignites in me, with his tongue on my body.
But when my climax was approaching just from his sucking and licking on my breasts, Kael abandons them and looks at me with a lascivious smile.
"And answering your question, I do have a tongue, but I prefer to use it for more interesting things than arguing with my fiancée over trivial matters," he teases me, but doesn't let me respond because his mouth attacks mine with fury, and I respond with the same intensity.
"Maíra, Kael," I still tried to use reason when I felt his hands now pulling down the bottom part of the swimsuit. "She could show up at any moment."
"Maíra wouldn't do that," Kael says, and I silently agree with him.
We made love right there, and those exercises were indeed much more interesting than the previous ones.
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