Chapter 16

Jenny stared at the morning light dancing on the ceiling above, as she listened to Liam’s soft breathing as he slept. She and Liam had made love all night, and they both enjoyed it a lot. Her body was still tingling from the last time.

She was so excited and afraid all at the same time, but everything had flowed so naturally with Liam, like he could read her mind and she, in turn, knew exactly what he was thinking beforehand.

Jenny moved slowly out of his grasp, but before she could climb into the wheelchair, Liam’s eyes opened and he gave her a sleepy look.

“Hi, sexy.” He smiled sleepily, and yawned.

“Good morning, loverboy,” she beamed at him.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“Yes, I did,” she said, with a smile.

“I’m glad. It was your first time since your accident, and I wanted to make it memorable.”

Jenny’s hands reached up and cradled his face. “Trust me—it’s not something I’ll forget anytime soon.”

Liam kissed Jenny hard before moving back a little knowing he must have morning breath. “I need to take a shower.”

“A hot shower sounds wonderful,” she purred.

Jenny climbed into her chair and rolled into the bathroom, stopping next to the shower chair. She pushed herself up and placed her bottom on the special seat.

Then, she took off her top and worked down her panties, too. The socks were the most difficult since she had to bend down to get them off, but she managed and turned on the water.

Jenny had adapted to her new life in a wheelchair. Liam admired her in more ways than one. Wheelchair or not, she was a smart, capable, independent woman.

“Are you coming or not?” she asked Liam.

“Yes, of course,” he hurried to undress, and stepped into the shower with her.

Liam didn’t bring a change of clothes, so he had no choice but to wear the same outfit he’d worn the day before.

He found Jenny in the kitchen singing and preparing breakfast. Her face was rosy, and she was practically vibrating with joy in her wheelchair.

“What can I do to help you, Jen?”

“I’m good, thank you,” Jenny moved to the fridge next, and retrieved milk which she placed in her lap.

It was obvious that the kitchen area had also been renovated to make it accessible. The kitchen counter was lower with cutouts for wheelchairs.

“She makes it look easy, but I don’t know anything about the effort it takes her to perform daily tasks I take for granted,” he thought.

Breakfast was set up on the coffee table in the living area so they could eat from the couch.

Liam spread honey butter on his toast, and shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“These are so good. You’re a great cook. I usually don’t eat breakfast. This is fun.”

Jenny looked at his radiant face. “You’re so full of it. It doesn’t take a great cook to scramble eggs.”

Liam filled his mouth with another bite and smiled at her. “Okay, maybe they taste so good because you made them. So what? They still taste terrific. Thanks for making breakfast for me.”