Questions Without Answers
Carter and Abby lay in Carter’s bed, silently. Carter had one arm around Abby, and was playing with her hair. Abby was absentmindedly tracing the faded outline of a jagged pink scar in the middle of his bare, muscular chest. Carter watched her intently, then let go of her hair and looked down at her. Automatically, she looked back, staring into his eyes.
“Did I ever thank you for being there then?”
“You didn’t have to, Carter. You know that.”
“But seriously, Abby. Did I?”
“Well, first I believe you criticized me for it...”
“Then thank you.”
“Carter, it’s not a big deal.”
“Yes, it is. Abby, I don’t know what I’d have done without you. I’d probably still be in recovery now, struggling. I would never have gotten through this so easily without you. And besides... it got us together.” he said with a mischievous grin.
Abby smiled at him. “I love you, Carter.”
“I love you too.” he was silent, but only very briefly. “Abby, do you remember the first day I was in physical therapy?”
“How could I forget?” she said teasingly.
“That night you told me that you wanted to be there for me until I healed. Do you still want to take care of me now?”
“Always.” she said simply, and kissed him passionately.
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