Chapter Three - Maybe he can be my inspiration

Arya

It took me a moment to remember where I was when I woke. I open my eyes to move at my average speed but soon feel pain in my knee and ribs, a sharp reminder of what happened yesterday.

“Arya, are you okay?” the voice made me jump until I remembered it was Kyson next to me, “I forgot I hurt myself,” I whined.

“You need to be careful, sweetness. Where were you trying to go?” he asks, “The bathroom. I just need to take my time.” I slowly get up from the bed, trying to ignore the throbbing in my knee. Kyson soon appears at my side, wrapping his arm around me, “I will help you get there,” he smiles.

The last thing I wanted was for him to help me to the bathroom, but I didn’t have a choice. I am sure it will ease the more I move around today, and I can make it to the bathroom myself. Kyson waits outside the bathroom for me. I go as quick as I could, and he helped me back to the bedroom.

“How about I make us some breakfast and coffee. Then I can give you a hand to get ready and help you outside. We can enjoy the fresh air, or I can leave you to write,” he suggests, “Sure. Though, I will manage to get ready myself.” I giggle.

It will take time and effort, but I am fine with it. It is better than having him help dress me. It is only my knee, so I will manage. It would be different if it were an arm or something, it would make it more difficult.

“Okay, what do you fancy?” he questions, “Hmm, yoghurt and fruit sounds good.” I smile. I don’t tend to eat too much at breakfast. Kyson disappears to make us breakfast.

I check my phone in case of any texts or calls, but nothing which is good. I set it aside, taking the small first aid kit from the drawer, cleaning and redressing my knee, and cleaning my hands with wipes and sanitiser.

“Breakfast is served, my lady…” he chuckles, coming into the room, a large tray in his hand. He sits it on the bed before climbing in next to me, “I bet you didn’t expect to be spending your first few days here looking after someone.” I laugh, taking a bite from my breakfast.

“You aren’t just someone, Arya. It wasn’t what I expected, but I don’t mind.” He smiles, and we turn our attention back to our food. It is a comfortable silence between us as we ate.

“Where would you like to sit? On your porch or down by the lake?” he asks as he gathers the dishes up, “The porch will do. I can’t wait until everything heals so I can go venture further afield.” I pout.

I hope it wouldn’t take too long to heal, or I may go insane. I just need to focus on my writing to keep my mind off the pain. Once we finish up, Kyson takes the empty dishes away. I decided to try to make a move to get myself ready. Luckily, my underwear is in the case closest to me since I haven’t even had a chance to unpack. I slide it as close to me as possible and carefully bring it up onto the bed. I open it and realise everything I need is in the case, bonus! I raid through it, finding one of my summer dresses because it will be easier to put a dress on rather than shorts or leggings. I retrieve everything I need, keeping myself hidden under the covers and stripping my nightwear off. At least if Kyson comes in, he won’t see anything, and I can tell him to leave until I have my clothes on.

I take my time, item by item, cautious on how I move for the sake of my ribs and make sure not to rub anything against my sore knee. I manage my underwear before Kyson comes back.

“Do you need help?” he asks, looking over at me, “No, I am okay, just my dress left, and I am sorted. Can you, um, turn around, please?” he nods, turning his back to me. I push the covers away, sliding my dress over my head, “You can turn back around.” I announce.

I sat up, and he came to stand in front of me, helping me to my feet, “Do you want me to get the zipper?” I nod in response, and he comes behind me. I hold onto the bedside cabinet to steady myself.

His rough, warm fingers brush the skin of my back, causing me to shudder below his touch. He takes the zip between his fingers, pulling it up. I could feel the heat on my skin anywhere his fingers brushed, “All done, gorgeous,” he whispers, his warm breath fanning below my ear, and a soft moan escapes from my lips. Kyson chuckles from behind me, and I glare at him over my shoulder. He smirks and shrugs, “Come on, let’s get you outside, then I will gather everything you need.” He smiles.

He slips his arm around me, holding me up, and I hobble outside. Kyson safely makes sure I am sitting on the seat, using another one for me to rest my leg upon, “Thank you.” I find it sweet that he is looking after me, especially since he doesn’t have to.

He went back in to get everything I needed, “I am going to nip to my cabin for a quick shower and a change of clothes. Will you be alright for half an hour?” he questions, “Yes, I will be fine.” Kyson kisses my cheek before running over to his place. My cheeks flush as I watch him walk away.

He is too damn sexy and sweet. Maybe having him around with help inspire me! I snap out of my thoughts, open my laptop and find the document I need, staring at the screen. I sigh, take a deep breath and try to snap into writer’s mode. I need something to do until I can move around, and hopefully, writing my next book will be the thing.

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“Oh wow, you seem to be on a roll,” Kyson’s voice makes me stop typing and look up. Has it been half an hour already? I had written over five hundred words. Once I started, everything seemed to fall into place.

“Hmm, yeah…” I breathe out when I realise he is only in shorts, “Do you want me to leave you to it, sweetness?” I shake my head, my eyes trailing over his half-naked body. My tongue dips out of my mouth and runs along my lips.

Kyson laughs, snapping me out of it, and I finally make eye contact with him again, “Sorry,” I blush, “I don’t mind.” He winks at me, taking the seat next to me.

I need to pull myself together, but with him, I can’t help it. I can’t deny my attraction to him, even if he isn’t what I want or looking for right now. I swear I wonder what I would do if I weren’t hurt. A part of me wants to jump his damn bones, but it is best I don’t. I have had enough complications in my life recently. I don’t need to add him into the mix.

“So, do I get first read when you finish it?” he flashes his best smile at me, “No!” I reply quickly. I can only imagine his reaction if he reads the smut I write.

“Why not?” he pouts, “Because you will think I am shocking with some of the things I write,” I laugh, “Oh, trust me, no, I will not. I am a horny, kinky fuck; nothing can shock me, kitten.” He says proudly.

I squeeze my thighs together and whimper at his words, “You are?” I ask curiously, “Yes, very…” he trails off. Now the thoughts running around in my head are out of control. I can only imagine what he is into.

“Oh,” I choke out, “But that is a conversation for another day. You should concentrate on your writing. I will sit here, quietly, promise.” He has a smug look on his face. He knows fine well what is going on in my head.

“Okay,” I whisper, turning my attention to my screen.

I feel I am going to be distracted today with him hanging around. Maybe I should tell him to leave. No, I can’t, that would be rude. I will deal with it!