You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife

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sent my thought

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self... to resent those unspoke

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s movements

hing further out of rhythm. I tried to hold

nd fell, heat spreading downward in a way I didn't re

me. I was about

d went blank. I grabbed

wai

His gaze settled on

voice low. "You're too tense. I can'

just done. I quickly let go, thou

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less patient

almost... lost mys

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aist, adjusting my position a

later, he fi

and jotted something down in the medical chart. Hi

ation, there's nothi

ed. "Then

hich has affected your hormones," he said bluntly. "Once th

al sex

truck like a

yea

had never once shared that kin

ointment and held it out to me. "Maintain a normal level of sexual

ing, but my gaze drifted-unbidden-to his long

e asked casually. "Apply it to

ording made heat ris

said quick

ltation room, pushing my whe

l, yet my entire bo

adn't faded. If anything, it left behind a

my head lowered, I forced myself to keep mov

anted nothing mor

iage that still looked

ad just happened-that loss of contro

ng my wheelchair down the corridor, a

lia

froze i

anessa's

d into my chest. Slow

, standing in the c

ssed in a neat suit, his ex

er arm looped

him, her smile

ey looked every bit like

there,

hey here..

Vanessa had already spotted me

lingering for a second befor

k like-my face flushed, my breathing un

g knowing, almost deliberate. "