Carter's PoV:
I walked into the kitchen, a wicked smirk making its way onto my face as I saw my husband leaned against the counter, a cup of tea steaming between his fingers. He was wearing a white apron, "The chef's kiss is the best" being written with sparkling glitter over his chest. I bought that appron for him.
"Morning, love!" I said as I made my way between my husband's legs, lifting him onto the counter and making him yelp in surprise.
Fifteen years had passed since my legs have been amputated and fourteen years since I got my prosthetics. Now, I had two robotic legs and could walk like a normal person. It was all thanks to Ryder Morris. I don't
Carter’s PoV: I exited the bathroom, making my way towards the bed. Ryder was already tucked in, laying on my side of the bed, my pillow held tightly in his arms. “You can hug the real thing.” I said as I climbed next to my husband, my arms finding their way around Ryder’s body and lips brushing softly over his nape , making him shudder. “It took you too long to brush your teeth.” “I also took a dump.” I teased, hearing Ryder groan a sleepy response. “Tired?” I asked, rubbing Ryder’s tummy softly and feeling him arch against me. He just hummed a husky response, pressing his muscular body closer to mine. The sensation of Ryder’s hard abs against my fingertips made my own body heat up. My lips locked on the skin of his neck and hands travelled towards his chest, each kiss, bite and touch being accompanied by Ryder’s q
"Drink it, drink it, drink it!" The football team cheered as I tilted my head backwards and swallowed the throat burning alcohol. Then I smashed the cup on the counter, looking at the boys with a dizzied smirk. "For the team and for our future matches, let's win them all and become better with each passing year!" Glasses clinked against each other,
"These pancakes are an absolute heaven, Mr. Matvey, but you shouldn't have bothered..." "Nonsense, nonsense. There are so many of them just for the three of us. Eat them all and if you want more, don't be shy to grab another one from the plate. I will leave them on the table so you can serve yourself anytime." I stuffed my mouth full, muffling the groan which was threatening to betray my annoyance. All my life I thought Ryder was a raging homophobe. He hated me for being gay and I hated him for being a homophobe. But th
I was strumming my guitar when the edges of my fringes brushed against my eyelids and made me realize two things: my hair was growing long and I needed a haircut; and my eyes were getting tired and I needed to take a break. So I put the guitar in my lap and secured it between the handles of my wheelchair and my arms, starting to move back towards the house. But when I turned around and saw Ryder leaned against the door frame watching me, I stopped stuck in my track. I remembered the time our team went camping. At night we all sat around this huge bonfire while telling stories, joking around and simply getting wasted. Then th
Ryder’s decision ignited not a fight, but a full raging war… between me and his patience, his iron clad nerves.Three days and twenty-three episode of "Chandralekha" had passed since Ryder had officially become my caregiver and I’ve tried to annoy, bully, even to constipate him into resigning. Every method had been unsuccessful. But I didn’t give up because no matter how patient Ryder was, I was tenfold more determined to get rid of him. "How does she still talk with a bullet in her head?"
You would believe one would be more lenient with their disabled child… not my parents. My phone, laptop, ipad and guitar got confiscated for two weeks, I couldn’t watch TV, nor use my xbox, and they denied buying me any snacks. They were treating me like a little child getting grounded for punching his middle school classmate. It wasn’t me who told Ryder to climb on the roof or to get scratched on his cheek. My only fault was that I left muddy trails on the carpet after entering the house with my dirty wheelchair. But again, I think my fathers’ goal was not to punish me, but rather to make me “bond” with Ryder. After they told me that “You act like a little kid, you get punished like one”, my dad also implied that now when I had no distractions, I might get to know Ryder better and actually befriend him.
Monday, at seven in the morning, we were already in the car on the way to the capital of the country where my cousin and her family lived. I was sitting in the passenger seat with my head leaned against the window and the seatbelt placed under my armpits and around my chest, due to it rubbing my neck and irritating my skin. Ryder was humming the song playing at the radio, his hands stuck on the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the road. From time to time he would turn his head, stealing subtle, not so subtle stares at me. Per total, it was a nicely comfortable drive.This until Ryder
One more hour on the road and we reached Kathy's home. She lived in an apartment building, in a penthouse which had this huge pool outside its equally huge living room. I remembered her old flat had the kitchen, living room and bedroom all in one. They bought all the things they had now after her husband, Greg, signed a contact with a famous magazine as a photographer, although I doubt it was the contract and not some trickery which brought him all those money. Greg was known for having a gambling dependence, but I guessed it mattered to Kathy only when her husband lost, not when he won. Then she turned oblivious to his wrongs. I focused my gaze back on the bui
Carter’s PoV: I exited the bathroom, making my way towards the bed. Ryder was already tucked in, laying on my side of the bed, my pillow held tightly in his arms. “You can hug the real thing.” I said as I climbed next to my husband, my arms finding their way around Ryder’s body and lips brushing softly over his nape , making him shudder. “It took you too long to brush your teeth.” “I also took a dump.” I teased, hearing Ryder groan a sleepy response. “Tired?” I asked, rubbing Ryder’s tummy softly and feeling him arch against me. He just hummed a husky response, pressing his muscular body closer to mine. The sensation of Ryder’s hard abs against my fingertips made my own body heat up. My lips locked on the skin of his neck and hands travelled towards his chest, each kiss, bite and touch being accompanied by Ryder’s q
Carter's PoV: I walked into the kitchen, a wicked smirk making its way onto my face as I saw my husband leaned against the counter, a cup of tea steaming between his fingers. He was wearing a white apron, "The chef's kiss is the best" being written with sparkling glitter over his chest. I bought that appron for him. "Morning, love!" I said as I made my way between my husband's legs, lifting him onto the counter and making him yelp in surprise. Fifteen years had passed since my legs have been amputated and fourteen years since I got my prosthetics. Now, I had two robotic legs and could walk like a normal person. It was all thanks to Ryder Morris. I don't
I kept staring at the door, my mind immersing in all kinds of dark thoughts. I hoped my nightmare this morning wasn’t a sign something bad was going to happen. "Carter?" I asked again, trying the handle for a few more times before starting to knock on the door. "Hey, are you ok? Why is the door locked?" I looked around, wal
Triggering content ahead! Everything seemed to be crying…The hinges of the rusty gate, the crows twirling menacingly in the air, even the black dressed people clustering in front of the grave. Something rose to my throat, and I didn’t know if it was bile or my heart trying to burst out of my chest. With reluctant steps I approached the horde of people, looking down, not trusting my eyes to not betray my sorrow… even though we all shared the same pain today. I passed everyone silently, hands touching me and squeezing my shoulders reassu
Once he saw us, Jason’s eyes widened and he hurried to leave. Good thing my fists reacted faster than my brain because with one swing of my arm, Jason was launched at the ground and rendered unconscious.“SIMON!” Ivy’s terrified scream pierced through the thin atmosphere and I spun around to see him backing away from the edge of the roof, his palms pressed over his mouth. Aubrey was standing next to the door, his entire body trembling as he grabbed Simon’s phone and ended the live.Carefully, I made my way towards my brother, pulling him into my embrace and cradling him at my chest as he shook and sobbed. Looking at the ground, I winced at the sight, quickly looking away as bile rose to my throat.“Aubrey, don’t come over. Call an ambulance and the police.”Aubrey nodded, his hands fumbling with his phone and voice breaking as he talked with the dispatcher.I turned my attention back to my brother.“Shh, love, shh. Everything is g
Monday I was back to lectures. I really didn’t want to be here because Carter was going to have his surgery today, but my classes ended at twelve so if I rushed, I could get to hospital in time to see Carter before they sent him to the operation room. His dads also came back yesterday so they would be there with him. Still, I wanted to support Carter, to ease his worries and make sure he comes out of the surgery safely.My phone rang.“Hello, my eager rider. How was your day?”I rolled my eyes at Carter’s “pun”.“Hi, asshole. It was uneventful. How about yours?” I asked as I left the lecture room, finally being done with my classes for the day.“Depressing without you around to entertain me.”“I am not a buffoon to entertain you.”“I know, love. I might be desperate, but I wouldn’t go as low as to date a buffoon. A clown, maybe. I mean, I date you...”“Rude ass bitch.” I muttered and Carter gifted me with a wholehearted lau
Carter’s birthday came just around the corner. So did the next stage of mine and Carter’s relationship.After Simon’s confession nothing remarkable happened. We entered a new year, college started again, and the football team was waiting for the last championship of the season. One thing that changed though was that I became a little more sociable. I was still shot-tempered and rude with anyone new, but at least now I was in better weathers with my teammates. I was also wearier of Jason, but he never tried to confront me directly. I can’t deny I acted intimidating towards people outside my comfort zone.Anyways, back to Carter’s birthday. His dads decided to visit their relatives in Australia a week ago, but Carter’s aunt gave birth thus they extended their visit with a few days. So my boyfriend invited me to spend his birthday with him... only him. Knowing that we’ll have the whole house for ourselves, and that Carter was the
“What would Jason want from Simon though? I don’t understand why would he do all of that.” Carter said and Eric just looked at his brother, shrugging. “Simon never told me anything no matter how many times I asked. I believe he didn’t trust me to keep silent after I called the police.” I nodded in understanding then looked at my brother who stood up and walked towards us. “Let’s stop talking about all of this. Simon need to rest.” He said then turned towards me, pulling on my sleeve. “Could you help me bring him to my room, please? He would be more comfortable if he lies in bed.” He added and his voice seemed so small and brittle it almost didn’t sound like himself. I nodded and moved to pick Simon up, carrying him to the bedroom. Eric and Ivy followed me but Carter stayed behind, talking with his parents who se
“You don’t have to go back there if you don’t want to.” I said and Carter considered the option before shaking his head. “I want to know why he is here. Plus, I want to make sure he doesn’t say anything weird to my parents.” I nodded and we slowly made our way out of the room. Carter’s father was waiting outside the door and together we entered the living room. However, Simon was still laying on the couch. He was shivering and sweating but he seemed completely separated from reality. “He fell asleep again.” Ivy explained as we entered the room, being sat on the edge of the couch with Simon’s head laid on his lap. He was playing with Simon’s fringes, his gaze fixed on the floor. Eric sighed, lifting his knees to his chest, looking at his brother from the chair he was sat on. He had finally calmed down and was able to talk again. “He’s