Me After Meeting You

The medicine that Susan had prescribed was standard medication for an allergic reaction, which Amber had at home. After applying it, he couldn’t do anything of that kind anymore, so Ian just lay in bed like a zombie with Amber by his side, her fingers lightly caressing his face.

Ian tilted his head and looked at her. “You want it?” He turned his body.

Amber grabbed his hand lightly. “Don’t mess around.”

She moved his hand to the side of her face and looked at him as she rested her head on the pillow. Because he’d just applied the medicine, his lower body was still naked, only covered by a blanket.

The exposed skin revealed slender and straight muscles. His body seemed especially lithe and sleek, coursing with power.

The muscle that he’d lost from his earlier illness had regrown quite well, it seemed. Amber admired his body for a little, but didn’t have the guts to reach out and start groping him.

Noting the small amount of disappointment still on his face, she said, “Ian, I’m not laughing at you. I’m just … somewhat happy.”

Amidst his bright, clear gaze, she gently touched the back of his hand. “I’m really very happy, because I can feel how much effort you put into tonight. In this day and age, intentions might not be worth very much, but diligent attention is a rare thing indeed.” And this was especially so for someone like Ian. The fact that he had put this much thought and effort into this for her made her feel very surprised and moved.

She then coyly said, “Ian, I’m really starting to like you.” She paused, before reaffirming her feelings. “Very much.”

Ian gazed back at her. She was lying softly by his side, her cherry red lips glistening with moisture, her eyes as clear as water, and the dimple by her cheek as if filled with a drunken laughter.

He couldn’t help himself from caressing her face, gingerly rubbing the tender skin underneath his hands.

It was the first time he had ever confronted his own mental issue, the first time he had ever worked up the courage to tell her, “I’ve never loved anyone. But Amber, even if I never love anyone in my lifetime, I will learn to love you. I will be unwavering in my attention towards you, just as if we were star-crossed lovers in some book.”

As he said this, his expression wasn’t particularly serious, and he didn’t display any particular signs of care either. His face remained as calm and impassive as ever, but Amber couldn’t help from letting out one last burst of laughter.

“Alright,” she agreed lightly.

If someone had told Amber half a year ago that she’d fall in love with one of her patients who was suffering from emotional detachment, she probably would have thought that the other party was telling an unfunny joke.

But now, she knew that this joke was real, because the feelings in her chest were more than just a casual liking, deeper than liking.

Ian’s dazed and silly expression, his stupid liking, his stiff textbook-like manner of wooing her, and his serious expression when looking for love-all of this made her inexorably fall for him a little bit more.

Amber hugged the hand by her face tightly, lifted her head, and kissed it lightly as she said, “Ian, it’s fine even if you can’t love me, because I’ll love you in your stead. This will be our house, and over here, you can do whatever you want. You can laugh when you’re happy, cry when you’re sad, and when you’re tired, my shoulder will always be here for you. I’ve never been anyone else’s other half, but I’ll do my best to love you and accompany you.”

After listening to Amber’s words, Ian quieted down.

Then, after a while, he hoarsely said, “I want to have sex with you, but I can’t.”

Amber almost choked on her own saliva, feeling like someone had just spat into her mouth after she passionately confessed to him.

She slapped him in the face as she angrily said, “At this time, we should be talking about love and feelings. Stop thinking about other things!”

Ian caught her hand and lifted the blankets. “Take a look.”

Amber reluctantly glanced down, only to see little Ian slowly lift up, dazedly nodding at her with two small red bumps on its head.

“….”

Unable to hold herself back anymore, she leapt onto his body, “Alright, neither of us are going to sleep tonight!”

He hugged her back, letting her roll around on his body, his heart feeling fuller than ever before.

“Ouch, don’t bite my neck again!”

“Ugh, I surrender.”

It was already too late to surrender, and he pressed Amber down and ravaged her once more, until Amber was both riled up and wholly unsatisfied; her heart felt like it had reached maximum stuffiness.

Mr. Axton sagaciously said, “This is called sharing life’s joys and sorrows.”

If this was going to happen for the next three more weeks, Amber was tempted to immediately move out and come back three weeks later!

And after messing around for the entire night, Amber was woken up by a phone ringing the next day, Ian’s phone.

She handed him his phone and went back to sleep, but Ian turned on the speakerphone, and a weaselly voice snaked into her ear; it was Ian’s shrill and high decibel voice. “Hey, hey, did you have a good time last night? Were my condoms useful, my friend?”

Ian didn’t even open his eyes, and just hung up without saying a word. And after that, he even turned off his phone, hugged Amber from behind, buried his face into her shoulder, and continued to sleep.

Yup, he was feeling upset.

No matter who it was, if someone was restricted from doing something, if they were stimulated for an entire night while being unable to seek release, and then congratulated for that, then no one could stay happy, could they?

Amber wanted to laugh, but she managed to stop herself this time. After this, she was clear-headed again. She usually didn’t sleep in as she didn’t want to complacently develop too many bad habits. But today, she lay in bed lazily, not wanting to get up.

The person at her back was cuddling her snugly, but she didn’t feel too hot at all, just slightly warm. In the brisk April morning air, she felt comfortable and just right.

Perhaps Ian couldn’t go back to sleep either, because as he “slept,” his hand wandered into her clothes where his fingers slowly started rubbing against her skin. “I’m itchy!”

Amber smiled and tightly pressed his hands together before turning around and facing him. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

“You.”

Amber smiled, offered her hand up to his mouth, and graciously said, “Then, have at it.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.