/Samantha/
He laughed and then stared at me in an arrogant manner before saying, "Awesome." He then turned to speak with his therapist, who was unaware of our little arrangement. Henry responded to him by saying, "I believe I've done enough for today, I'm going to go back to my room."
I laughed and shook my head while saying, "No way baby, I promise I'll do that, but you still need to go swimming and whatnot before you're done," in a firm tone of voice. Because I was not going to excuse him from his workout routine, I told him that if he wanted to get me na**d, he would have to wait a couple of hours.
He showed me his displeasure by rolling his eyes and pouting at me before saying, "Fine, I guess I still get to stare at you in a bathing suit so that's not too awful." Damn horny boy!
I had been swimming with him every day as well because I had heard that this was one of the finest things to do in order to build up his strength and control without actually putting weight on his back. It was also enjoyable, since the therapist warned us against making out in the pool, after which we were allowed to splash around in the water and have a good time for a short while.
We had been receiving regular updates from the police regarding the investigation into Blake's case. It would appear that he was going to plead guilty to all of the accusations, which would result in there being no trial for it. During the time that he was waiting to have his sentence handed down, he was detained.
One month after everything took place, the same officer who had been at Blake's residence came to the rehabilitation center to inform us that Blake had been sentenced to six years of confinement in a mental institution as a result of the multiple offenses to which he had pled guilty. It didn't seem like much of anything at all, and with his excellent behavior, he'd be released from jail much sooner than that.
While he was a patient there, he would participate in intensive treatment sessions that would be designed to assist him. It would appear that he was sick, as they had given him medication to treat his illness; however, due to patient confidentiality, the police were not permitted to tell us precisely what was wrong with him.
My best judgment was that it was some kind of mental illness like schizophrenia or paranoid. The fact that he blamed Henry for everything that was going wrong in his life, including the stalking, physical aggression, and mood swings, was consistent with the circumstances surrounding the scenario. I guess there's no way for us to find out. We were powerless to do anything more about it as long as he was receiving assistance; on the bright side, at least he was being disciplined for what he had done.
We didn't give it much thought because we had other things on our minds than Blake that needed our attention. We concentrated all of our efforts on helping Henry recover, and it appeared to be working. It would be a very long time before he was able to return to his normal self, but he would get there in the end.
On the way to the car, I came close to skipping. As I turned the key in the ignition of the automobile, I could hardly keep my hands from shaking because I was so eager. Even though James had volunteered to come along with me, I insisted that Henry and I go on our own since I wanted to spend more time with Henry. My family had prepared everything at the house, and the only thing left for me to do was go to the treatment facility.
As I drove there, I was so excited that I was virtually jumping in my seat. I grinned as I pulled into the parking lot, grabbed my cell phone, and sent Henry a brief text message to let him know that I had arrived. He liked it when I did that since it gave him the opportunity to come and greet me in the lobby or out front.
It was still a struggle for him, and walking wasn't nearly the automatic motion that it used to be, but thankfully, it didn't cause him any pain anymore, which was a huge improvement. He'd been doing so much better recently. He continued to struggle with his rapid fatigue, much to the man's annoyance.
He detested the fact that he need assistance and loathed having to ask for it. When we were going around the grounds or something, I could tell by the look on his face how much it hurt him to have to ask me to sit down with him and take a break because he needed to take a break.
I took a leisurely stroll toward the front door in order to give him sufficient time to travel the small distance from his room to the entrance way in order for us to meet. As I pushed the door open, I could see the blond top of his head coming around the corner at the end of the corridor. I couldn't help but imitate the charming grin that spread across his face from ear to ear.
Today was a tremendous day. Today was the day that Henry would return home.
"Hey, you stunning young lady!" As he drew closer to me and placed his arms tightly around my waist, he made a chirping sound.
"What's up, sweetie?" I returned his embrace while maintaining my caution around him. Being so close to him made me nervous because I was afraid that I would accidentally damage him. I couldn't help but sigh in contentment as the aroma of his skin and hair filled my breath.
It was really difficult for me to part ways with him in the evenings, but I was not permitted to spend the night in this facility with him. Because tonight would mark the first time in the past two months that I would be able to share a bed with the person who I have come to regard as the love of my life, I was beyond excited to be able to fall asleep in his arms.
He stepped back and cradled my face in his hands as his green eyes burned into mine. They revealed a happiness that had been steadily increasing over the course of the previous few days. He had been keeping track of the number of days until he could return home, and although it had seemed like an eternity, the day had finally come.
"I had a dream about you last night," he said as he gently kissed my lips and leaned in for a kiss.
I smiled against his mouth as I held the side of his shirt, urgently wanting to draw him closer to me and press his body against mine. I smiled against his mouth as I gripped the side of his shirt. We hadn't spent much time together in recent years, but it wasn't for lack of effort on his part to do so.
He had been virtually clamoring for attention, but I simply couldn't bring myself to do anything more with him than give him a short fumble. I was petrified that I would injure him; what if it was done too quickly, and it caused him even more issues? That idea was constantly going through my head, and it made me feel queasy. It's not that I didn't want his body because dammit, Henry Williams was a serious hottie, and he absolutely drove me crazy with need, but I loved him so much that I couldn't bring myself to rush into anything romantic with him.
"Oh you dreamt about me? What were we doing?" I poked fun at him while cocking one eyebrow at him.
He gave me another gentle kiss before giving me a smirk. While he was drawing me closer to him, he murmured, "This." "And this," he murmured, kissing my neck, which caused butterflies in my stomach. "And this," he kissed my neck. Then there is this. His hands slid down to my privates and gave me a gentle squeeze.
I made an effort to tame the cravings of my body and bring my out-of-control hormones under control, but it was difficult. "You mean...?" Right in the thick of the festivities at the reception?" As he ran his tongue up the side of my neck, I asked out loud while holding my breath.
He laughed and then stepped back before saying, "No, we were actually back in Vegas."
When he mentioned Vegas, I couldn't help but break into a smile; man, I wish I was there with him right now. It was almost as if we were completely different people back then, like two carefree adolescents rather than the adults we are today.
"Perhaps it would be possible for us to visit that place once more. You might be able to win some additional money at the cards! I poked fun at him while he nibbled on my earlobe and pulled away as he did so.
He gave me a grin before taking my hand and nodding his head. “Definitely.”
I took my time looking at him, making sure to take in every exquisite detail of his body. Even though he was only wearing a simple grey t-shirt and light blue jeans, he managed to appear really dashing today. His hair was starting to get a little long, so he kept brushing it back off of his forehead. Because he despised it when his hair became too long, I'm willing to guess that having a haircut will be one of the first things he wants to do when he comes back home.
"Henry, do you think we should get started then?" I inquired while pointing back in the direction of the location of the training room. He gave me a grin and a nod before walking me down the corridor toward the changing room so that we could complete his final workout together before he was officially dismissed from the facility.
After two hours of swimming and him doing some weights and resistance training, he was ultimately signed out of the center to be an outpatient. During this time, he had also been doing some resistance training. They instructed him in a program of physical activity that he was to carry on independently of their supervision. When I looked it over, it made me happy to see that swimming was scheduled for five days out of the week.
That was without a doubt my favorite activity that we did together, and I really enjoyed the massages I was required to give him afterward to relax his muscles. I'm just glad that he wasn't able to see my face when I was rubbing my hands all over his body because I assume that I looked like some sort of desperate horny beast or something like that. I'm just grateful that he couldn't see my face.
After we had packed up all of his belongings, I sat on his bed and watched him go through all of his cabinets to make sure he still had everything he needed. He liked being able to make his own decisions, and I think he appreciated it when I didn't hover over him or micromanage him too much, so that he could have his independence.
He had confided in me that the manner in which his mother coddled him made him feel like less of a man in some way; as a result, I was adamant that I would never cause him to experience that emotion, and I urged him to demonstrate as much initiative as he could muster.
A few of weeks before, Henry had taken the first step in resuming communication with his parents. If the operation hadn't been successful, I'm willing to guess that things would have turned out quite differently. I believe he made the decision to try and continue his relationship with them because he was feeling better.
If he were confined to a wheelchair, I have no doubt that thoughts of what might have been would always be present in the back of his mind; hence, he would never be able to experience those things again. Even though he was communicating with them, tensions were high since he had not forgiven them for the wrongs they had committed in the past. This made everyone feel uneasy.
Personally, I had not forgiven them either, and I don't believe that will ever be possible for me to do. When I looked at Linda and Richard now, all I could see was how they had failed their son and how selfish they had been. In the past, I had always liked Linda and Richard.
The manner in which Linda had rejected my relationship with her son had cut me deep, and I knew that I would never be able to get over the fact that she did so. So I put on a fake smile and faked because if I had to do that for Henry in order for him to have a relationship with his parents, then that is what I would do. I pretended that I didn't know what was going on.