Harper

It's been two weeks since the attack and I am going to see a therapist on Monday evening after college. I have managed to change one of my shifts over to the Tuesday. Am I nervous? Yes, because I have hardly spoken about it not even to Levy. Who I hasten to add is treating me like I am porcelain.

The man is swoony no two ways about it. He's bought me home hand-picked flowers from the meadow not too far away from where we live. It made me smile when he presented them to me with a piece of green string tied around them at the base. The way he planted a gentle kiss to my cheek sent butterflies swarming in my stomach.

Even though I am still insanely attracted to him and want him, I can't go to the next step. Something has shut down inside of me and I desperately want to get it back. Levy is being as patient as a saint. We kiss and cuddle and of course I get turned on, let's face it, Levy would turn a nun on. He's handsome and sexy, he's hot with a capital H. Still, I run into a mental block to go any further and he hasn't pushed. Not once. The man is a true gentleman through and through.

Dylan and Levy finished installing all the cameras that afternoon and told me that Taylor and I had to stay with them until they had tidied the house up. I have been watching the transformation from his front yard as I have sat on the steps and watched them both work damn hard. The best view was watching Levy with his shirt off and seeing the rippling muscles on his back as he worked away and his might fine ass, tight and high in those jeans he wears. I may have been fanning myself a lot.

Outside, they painted it a beautiful petrol blue, and the window frames white. The two of them even bought planters and window sill boxes with flowers in them. Oh my, a picture house like in the quaint movies. He replaced the fencing around the property and painted it white too. So now Taylor and I have our own white picket fence. The swing chair arrived yesterday and the two of them put it up today with the floral cushions it looks comfortable and cozy.

When I walked back inside for the first time that Levy allowed me to go over, he held his hands over my eyes and told me peeking was absolutely forbidden. When I asked him, "or what?" He merely told me by whispering in my ear sending chills the nice kind up and down my spine, that when I was ready, he'd put me over his knee and give me a good spanking.

All the door frames and skirting boards inside have been painted white, high gloss and the walls in the lounge they decided on pale blue giving it a colonial feel. He even bought a new sofa and two easy chairs and replaced the old coffee table that had so many cuts along it from my mother cutting up her lines. In its place stands a beautiful rose marble table.

He left my mother's room alone telling me that my momma would probably want to redecorate her personal space herself. I can't believe it's been over two weeks now that my momma has been in the rehab place. We know she is doing well and that lifts my heart like it is soaring in the sky. She has just two more weeks to go. We are still all holding our breath hoping that momma makes the next half. The toughest part, they say is behind her and the only way now is forward. Still, I'm keeping everything crossed but, in my opinion, the hard work will come when she is back out.

When I stepped into my bedroom I was blown away. Fairy lights were strung from the ceiling and around the window. The walls he painted in a pale duck egg blue color and on the bed was the most beautiful patchwork quilt bedspread, roses and wild flowers with a pale blue border. Levy told me it was handed down to him from his mother, who got it from her mother. I told him it was too much, he couldn't simply give me an heirloom like that, but his words, "nonsense, Sunflower you deserve the best. The patchwork is our lives entwined, every piece fits together like it's made for each other just like we are." Now if that isn't enough to make a girl's knees go weak, honestly, I don't know what is.

Then let me tell you about the kitchen. All the old cupboards that were practically hanging off their hinges were taken out and disposed of. In their place are sleek new, oak cupboard doors and a housed in fridge/freezer. The man has gone way over and beyond and there is no way on this earth that I can pay him back.

Levy stands behind me and I feel his arms wrapping around my waist, his lips touch my bare neck causing me to stir in my groin. "I love it so much, Levy. I still can't believe how beautiful you have made it for Taylor and I. Thank you so much but I don't know how I will ever repay you."

He kisses my neck making me quiver, dammit I wish I could stop having a block because my body is yearning for more with Levy but I can't. I simply can't move past it.

"Baby, I'd give you heaven and earth in a blue package with a white bow if I could. You have become my reason for getting up in the morning when the nights have been dark. When the demons have tried to take me, Sunflower, you have rescued me." He kisses my jawline tenderly; I reach a hand up and place it behind his head pushing him in more.

"I think, I love you, Levy," I whisper. Hell, what am I saying, I think? I know I do. For this man I'd do literally anything. He fills my heart, he makes me want to be a better woman, stronger and fiercer. I want to face my own demons and make them go away and with his help, I will finally start the therapy sessions.

He says nothing, his hand around my waist pushing on my flat stomach brings me closer into his rock-hard body. I can feel his chest on my back, strong, masculine and warm and I can feel his erect cock through his tight black jeans.

His breath is warm when he raises his mouth to my ear. "I think I love you too, Sunflower." He turns me to him and places a hand on the small of my back, the other cradles my head, tilting me slightly to look up at him. His eyes are dark and full of something, his lips inch closer slowly as he takes my mouth and slides his tongue along my bottom lip. I part my lips for him to gain access, enjoying the taste of the coffee he was just drinking and a hint of sweetness from the doughnuts we just ate in my kitchen.

He murmurs into my mouth, "dammit baby, you always taste so good. I fucking can't get enough of you, sweetheart."

My breathing increases, my cheeks flush and my groin heats up like a wild bush fire as he deepens the kiss, exploring and taking what is now his. With his hand he presses my head slightly to devour me, the kiss stealing my breath away like a thief in the night. All of me surrenders to Levy, to his kiss, to his touch and there is no other place I ever want to be, other than in this man's arms.