Tear In My Heart ??

XXVI. Inspirations (edited)

"Sounds like you've thought about this an awful lot, Madison."

"Can you blame me? I mean, once you've found the love of your life, it's natural to want to plan out the perfect future, isn't it?"

My heart fluttered at being called the love of his life. "Yes, I guess you can say it is."

Madison offered me a small grin before he continued bathing me, the room filled with a relaxed silence. I couldn't help the relaxed sigh that pushed past my lips once he started massaging shampoo into my scalp. "Is that good?" He softly asked and I merely hummed in response, words failing to form and come out of my mouth. He continued until he decided that I was clean enough before he drained the tub and helped me out. He sat me on the edge of the tub and grabbed my towel before he started drying me off, going from the bottom up.

"You know I'm not completely helpless, right?"

"I know," he said as he wrapped the towel around my legs. "I just like pampering you. Plus, this is payback for that night you did the same for me, though I probably would've done this regardless." He took his index finger and gently ran it up the outside of my leg, up my thighs and hips all the way up until he was gripping the back of my neck. "Yeah, I definitely would've done this regardless."

I felt the corners of my mouth turn up before I said, "Thank you."

He ran his thumb across my jaw as a response and held me for a few more moments before he finished drying my body, and I couldn't help the slight shivers that moved through me as he touched me. It was pure ecstasy.

Once he was satisfied, he led me back to his room where I slid on a pair of boxers with nothing else before I was led to his bed as he grabbed some medicine for me. "I know this is that last thing that you want to do, but we're going to start your breathing exercises, okay?" This caused me to let out a groan of annoyance. "I know, I know, but this is going to help you, alright?"

"Fine," I mumbled.

"Good," he said as he got some pain cream and rubbed it in his hand before he started applying it to the bruises on my torso. "Now repeat after me." We ran through all of the breathing exercises Dr. Emma had given us and by the end, not only were my ribs aching, but I was covered in medicine that felt gross and oily.

"Are we done now?" I begged as he closed the cap to the medicine.

"Yep," he said, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. "Now it's my turn to bathe. I'll be right back, don't strain yourself too much while I'm gone."

As soon as he left, I grabbed my phone and opened my project that I had to turn in to Mr. Hill in less than a month, and my final story was still where it had been almost a month ago: blank.

I went through an endless cycle of typing, deleting, frustrated sighs and curses, then typing and more deleting and sighing and cursing and so on until I felt like I was about to pull my hair out.

"Whatcha writing about?" Madison innocently asked as he wrapped his massive arms around me, unaware of how frustrated I was. He'd just walked out of the shower and his hair was still wet. The distinct smell of soap and shampoo clung to him, the combo oddly relaxing and familiar.

"I don't know," I whined. "I've been working on this stupid portfolio piece for what feels like forever and this has to be the piece that sets me apart from everyone else but I always end up with a blank page. I don't know, I just wanna–ugh!" I groaned, frustration pumping through me due to my own incompetence. I hated it.

Madison gently chuckled as he held me tighter. "Why don't you write a love story but, like, make it super gay. But don't make them being gay the focus of the story, like how They Both Die At the End or What If It's Us had super gay characters but their sexual orientation wasn't the focus, you know? Or do. Heck I don't know. But all I'm saying is that you should write a story that all the closeted or confused or whatever people can relate to and feel comforted in. Does that even make sense? I don't know what I'm talking about," he concluded as he shook his head. But that was a lie. He knew exactly what he was talking about.

I smiled before I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "You're a genius," I said before inspiration hit me like a truck and my fingers frantically started typing.

The multi-colored lights were flashing all around me as a song with bass so deep my insides rattled surrounded me. I didn't quite know where I was or even what my name was, but I did know one thing: the man dancing in front of me was the man of my dreams...

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Hey y'all, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and if so, please vote and comment. I would write more on this author's note but I'm super tired and I still have stuff to do.

Love y'all- Jordan

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