「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(185) Perfectly Useless

Lynn's POV

"We'll go right now," James exclaimed energetically as he supported me into a sitting posture.

As I carefully removed my arms from the furry long sleeves, James readily caressed my body in one of his strong arms and conveniently slipped the bottom of the suit off my bum. Easily guiding my passive legs out of the presumably comfortable pants, he casually left the onesie on my bed and swiftly hoisted me into his embrace.

I leaned closely into him, pressing my involuntarily shivering frame that was relentlessly bitten by the perpetual cold of Alberta onto his bare skin. Immediately, he noticed and pulled me tighter into him as he blew a warm breath of air down my neck.

"That tickles!" I whined, flinching away as I gave him a gentle smack on his muscular chest and he paused in his steps, looking at me with a smirk.

"Are you ready?" He questioned in a cheeky tone and I gazed at him with a curious frown.

"What?" I muttered in amusement and he flashed me another sly smile.

With a jerk in his arms, James suddenly released my deadweight and I gasped loudly in reflex, feeling an acute ache in my chest as my body naturally dropped towards the ground. Frantically, I curled both arms around his neck, trying to prevent myself from crashing to the floor, and James immediately had his arm securely looped around my waist.

"Relax, sweetie. I got you," he kindly reassured, laughing off my antics but I was nowhere near as cheerful.

Instead, I glared angrily at him, still panting heavily with my heart vigorously palpitating as I recovered from the shock.

"What's this all about?!" I snapped anxiously but James calmly led my gaze to the full length mirror just outside my ensuite washroom.

Our almost completely nude bodies that were clothed in only our undergarments were upright just next to one another in the crisp reflection. My unfeeling soles had actually reached the parquet and were sitting flat on the wooden surface. As if I was really standing, I came up to around his ear and it was again confirmed that they were definitely of the same height.

We appeared moderately normal, like an ordinary able-bodied couple, except that the moment he let go, gravity would have me crumbling into an ugly mess on the ground beneath.

They may not have been as shriveled as they might have been due to the excessive lack of use, credits to the never-ending supply of supplement jabs Jean diligently sent over and the miraculous series of exercises she profusely recommended James to help me with, but it was apparent that there was absolutely no life in my paralyzed legs.

They were plainly naked, brutally exposing all their vulnerabilities. They were extremely limp, blatantly indicating all their weaknesses. They were terribly pale, clearly evidencing all their inabilities. They were severely scarred, distinctly illustrating all their damages.

A sheer scream announcing to the world how seriously crippled I have been.

"I just wanted you to remind you of how beautiful you are," James flattered in a whisper, gently pecking me on my temple.

"Baby..." I murmured, grimacing as I shamefully buried my head into the crook of his neck, desperate to avoid the repulsive sight that still prevailed to disturb my soul even after all these years, albeit with sporadic frequencies.