Chapter 1

Deana was injured by a drunk driver, but not to the point where she was in a wheel chair or bedridden. There were some things around the house she could still do. Like change a light bulb, even if it required the small step ladder.

She didn't know why it happened, but she fell. She changed that light bulb numerous times before without incident. However this time when she went to climb down the small ladder missed the last step and landed on her backside on the floor.

The noise caused Marcus to come running in from the den. He went over and comforted her and checked for injuries.

He frowned and with a scolding tone spoke. "Deana I told you I'd change that bulb, now look you fell."

She glared at him and hissed her reply. "I know but I am not disabled I can still do a few things!"

"You think you can, now look lets just visit Dr. Stephens to see if you are okay."

He called the doctor, and we told to come right in so he could examine her.

They went to the doctor and after a quick look over the doctor informed her she was fine. "You're lucky you didn't break anything. You will be sore and bruised, just take Tylenol for the pain, and take it easy for a few more days."

She smiled and replied, "Thanks heavens, but I did bruise my dignity."

"You ought to let Marcus change those bulbs from now on and no climbing," the doctor ordered.

Marcus spoke, "Let's get you home. Thanks doc."

He escorted her home and pampered her for the rest of the day.

Around eight pm she informed him she needed to go to bed. The look of her face told Marcus she was hurting. He assisted her to the bedroom, and helped her undress and get ready for bed.

He then went and got her some Tylenol, and water. He offered it to her then stated, "I'll be in joining you in a moment, let me go lock up and shut the lights off."

"Okay, I'll be here, you are such a help." She waited until he left the room as she hated for him to see her cry.

It wasn't long until he joined her. He slid in next to her and carefully reached out to her. "Come here baby let me hold you gently. Let me kiss you and take your mind off your pain."

She brushed the tears from my eyes and smile as she moved into his arms.

His arms went around her and with a voice as smooth a Tennessee whiskey spoke. "Now let me dry those tears," as he kisses each eyelid. "Where do you hurt the most sweetheart?"

"My lower back hurts the most."

He brought his lips down on hers and his love for her radiated between them.

"Okay let me help you take off that nightie and lie on your stomach. I have the solution to help ease your discomfort."

She gave him a puzzled look. With his help she moved anticipating his gentle caress.

"Be gentle honey I feel like a train run over me."

"I will baby, now try and relax." With a touch as light as a feather he started massaging the middle of her back, working downward. He paused but only to reach for the lotion kept next to the bed. After placing some in your hands, you warm it then apply it to my skin.

"Damn you're tight, am I hurting you?"

"Some, but keep going a massage will do me good."

Marcus worked each muscle group gently. With his touch only getting firmer as the muscles relaxed. He noticed her breathing was smoother and she had her eyes closed.

"How's that feel, baby?"

"It feels good. Guess what you are now hired as my personal masseuse."