Sinful Pleasures - Chapter 19

After their crying bout, they slept while holding each other. No one noticed that Rye carried Gillian to the bed and he laid down beside her. Both were deep in misery.

When Rye opened his eyes, he remembered the incident.

'I can walk,' he thought exaltedly. He recalled the occurrence the other day. He walked absently, by the pool towards the wheelchair.

Rye separated from Gillian slowly, careful not to wake her. He flexed his legs and feet, massaging his knees.

'I must walk! I need to walk,' he repeated to himself. He watched his feet.

By sheer willpower, he moved his feet on their own. He managed to jerk his feet and felt little cramps. He kneaded his knees and legs. He rubbed and pinched them. He felt a twinge of pain when his fingers squeezed the muscles. He pounded and pummeled forcefully.

'For Gillian, I need to walk!'

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When Gillian opened her eyes, it was late afternoon. She slept for hours!

She scrambled to get up and crawled on the bed. Rye was nowhere.

'Rye?' she