17

I am still figuring to make it work despite what I want.
"We must figure out a way to get this.
The first thing out of your back is that."
Looking. Ryan stated
A moment ago, the surgeon stitching me up was instructed to "Go figure out how to detach this thing from her back."
"What is it?" I enquired out of concern.
"Nothing to be concerned about. I'll make sure nothing wrong occurs to you. "He gave me a determined look as Ryan turned to face me.
I became less anxious but still worried under his comforting stare. So, something has been in my back the entire time. For a while, I genuinely believed the agony was in my head, but it turned out to be something lodged in my back.
I could finally move after feeling something slowly separate from my back. My body was lying on the table, and I stood up.
I concentrated on the spine-shaped mechanical duplicate. It was covered in blood, most likely my blood.
"How-why-what?" I was speechless and in shock, unable to take my eyes off the spine that had formerly been lodged in my back.
I felt the mechanical spine's indentation along my spine while still in a stupor. I noticed that my palm was coated with blood when I raised it up to my face.
I felt like puking due to all the blood. I've never been afraid of blood, but the thought that all that blood came from me made me uncomfortable.
I hesitantly turned my head downward. As I noticed blood dribbling from my now-closed wounds, I gasped. I didn't know why I wasn't getting better.
Outstretched hands supported my shoulders. I was brought face to face with an anxious Ryan as I followed the arrows to the owner's face. Because I could see his mouth moving but not hear what he was saying, I believe that my body was in shock.
I gradually lost my sense of reality as my vision became increasingly hazy. I swayed on my feet till my body eventually gave up trying to keep me awake, and I passed out. The sensation of hands encircling me tightly awakened me. I complied. The most attractive face I've ever seen was before me when I followed that hand.
When he was sleeping, he appeared so serene that he resembled an angel. I gave him a creepy glare while a broad smile stretched across my lips. That this beautiful creature was all mine shocked me.
It seemed like a dream, too good to be true. However, this was now my life. We were madly in love, and I had the ideal partner.
What more could a girl possibly want?
I had a sudden urge to urinate, but every time I tried to stand up, the hand holding me tightened and drew me in.
I sighed with annoyance and huffed. A few seconds later, I heard laughing next to me. I glared at him, and this only made him laugh even louder.
I scowled, "Ryan, this isn't hilarious."
He grinned, "You're so cute even if you're upset.
I scowled, "I'm mad towards you."
What have I done?
"I want to pee; then you're keeping me hostage" When I was told "no," I threw a tantrum like a young child.
I quickly got out of bed once he loosened his hold on me, disregarding that I was stark naked. He smirked, and I covered my assets with my hands.
He sneered, "I've had enough of this. Hence there is no need to pretend all demure now", and the embarrassment on my face increased.
"I want to take a dump, and then you're keeping me hostage" When I was told "no," I threw a tantrum like a young child.
I quickly got out of bed once he dropped his hold on me, forgetting as I was fully naked. He smirked, and I covered my assets with my hands.
He smirked, "I've already seen everything, without the need to act all bashful now," and the embarrassment on my face increased.
I grabbed the sheet and tugged it away from the bed to conceal myself. I didn't plan; all I wanted was to run away. I exposed Ryan's equally bare body whilst also dragging the duvet off the bed.
He didn't appear to be at all concerned. He grinned and rose off the bed. As he approached, I had to battle to keep my gaze fixed on his forehead and prevent it from dipping any lower.
He strolled past me while grinning. I observed him as he moved toward the restroom while flaunting his gorgeous ass, toned back, and legs.
Damn.
All of that was mine.
I shook my head at the thought and blushed. He led me after him to the restroom. I needed to go, but he was in the bathtub. I cleansed my hands and swiftly took care of business.
I set the duvet on the floor with new-found bravery and hiked to the shower. I increased my hips' swing because I knew he'd seen me through the glass. I flung open the door and entered.
Could I join?" I asked while sensually biting my lips and fluttering my eyelashes.
In answer, he groaningly drew me nearer to his body. We stood, the water streaming down our bodies, maintaining eye contact. In my eyes, he appeared to be hunting for something, and when he located it, he placed his lips close to mine.
Suddenly, with our mouths moving in unison, we were entangled.
The kiss was gentle and erotic rather than quick. He seemed to share my desire to enjoy the occasion to its fullest.
I awoke just as he nipped my lip to plead for admittance.
I sat in an unusual bed and rubbed my palms over my tingling lips, making me feel as though it had not been a dream but an actual event.
It seemed too fantastic to be accurate, and I knew it. Everything appeared to be too ideal. I wanted it to be accurate more than anything, but it was just a dream—a wonderful dream, at that.
My brow was covered with sweat, and my heart was pumping as I had just raced a mile. I was uncomfortable and a little sweaty from the turn my dream had taken. My cheeks were covered in a vivid pink hue.
Ugh.
I clutched a pillow and yelled softly as I suddenly had an idea about my wounds. I checked my stomach and lifted the shirt I had never seen before.
It had fully recovered. No scars or other signs indicating my stomach had already been sliced open were present. Although it appeared that nothing had transpired, I knew otherwise.
My back was healed and scar-free when I checked it. I got out of bed and moved toward a mirror I had noticed by the wall. I undid my shirt to examine my physique.
I only had my shirt on, but I wanted to see my body. I appeared more pallid and leaner than before. Obviously, I wasn't willing to eat well or at all after spending so much time running.
My reflection eluded my recognition. I shut my eyes and started crying. I wept a lot—especially for such a strong angel as myself. I felt pitiful and helpless. I was just not able to defend myself despite having all this power.
I cried out in frustration. I was angry at life and myself. I started my
Eyes and observed my mangled body. It was damaged and bruised despite the lack of visible marks.
My body was filled with rage and despair as I struck the mirror, which broke into a million pieces.
On the floor.
It wasn't until I felt powerful arms around my waist that I realized someone had entered the room. My upper body was still nude while slumped in one's arms, but I didn't care because I knew who that was right away.
"It's OK. Everything will work out just fine. I have arrived, "Ryan's reassuring grip reassured me.
I never realized how much I required hearing that. As he held me, my body relaxed. He pulled me close and spoke soothing words into my ear, which lifted my spirits. We ended up on the bed, with him still hugging me tightly.
Every issue I had appeared to vanish when he was present.
Who knew I only required a shoulder to lean on?
POV of Marina
Warmth.
I felt warm energy surround me. I slid closer to the warmth, feeling strangely at ease. I sighed in relief as I continued to relax and returned to my sound sleep.
I opened my eyes and smiled brightly as I stretched my limbs. I slept the best I had ever slept in my entire life last night.
I blinked the sleep from my eyes when I opened them. I attempted to move, but I could feel something holding me still.
I made another attempt at migrating after that.
I huffed and gave up after an unsuccessful try.
Behind me, I could hear murmuring, and I felt something—or rather someone—tighten its grip on me.
I notice a powerful arm surrounding me in a protective manner, which causes me to flush scarlet. I was terrified because I had never shared a room with a man before.
I heard him laughing behind me, winced in pain, and realized it would be too late for anything foolish. He laughed, and I could listen to the vibrations coming from his chest.
While I was recovering from my dream, he said, "This is not an aspiration, even though saying because I found it adorable that you dream about me.
Embarrassment.
I asserted, "I don't dream of you.
"Whatever helps you relax at midnight", he said.
Replied.
I mumbled, "Asshole."
"Hey. I was told that.
I answered with a sneer he couldn't see, "That was the purpose.
He teased jokingly, "You're beginning to regret saying that.
"Make me"
To my pleasure
Instantaneously, I was lying on my back with him straddling my waist and grinning mischievously.
I complained, "What were you doing?"
He responded by making me laugh. He was tickling my sides, and I started laughing. I was going to piss myself off if he won't deter tickling me soon.
He smiled, "You have to say, 'I'm hot,' to convince me to stop teasing you.
"Never"
He replied, "OK then," and continued.
a side-on assault
"OK, good. You look hot!" To get him to release me, I yelled.
He stopped speaking as the words came out of my tongue and returned to his bed on the other side.
I strained to breathe again and concentrated on the ceiling. It was suddenly quiet and uncomfortable since I wasn't laughing uncontrollably.
I've never spent this much time with Ryan, much less slept next to him. I felt anxious since I had no idea what to say or do.
He was also silent next to me, so I dared not give him a sidelong glance. I desperately wanted to mention something to ease the mounting tension between us.
We both simultaneously began to exclaim, "I-"
I insisted, wanting to, "You go first."
Understand what he was going to communicate.
"No, it's fine. You start."
Because I didn't want to express my fears initially, I said, "I insist."
I turned to my side and stared at him. He sighed deeply as he ran his fingers down his face. His lips opened and closed like a fish out of water, giving the impression that he was engaged in an internal conflict with himself.
Finally, he said, "I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry? I questioned with a raised eyebrow.
I remained silent since I didn't understand how to answer him. I wasn't sure I could rely on or take him at his word.
Everything seemed too lovely to be true.
"I am aware that you will require some solitude