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leaned forward and Jason’s eyes stayed glued to her lighter ones before his arms went around her. His long, red hair was in her face. It ran down in unruly curls over his shoulders. It was beautiful hair. He was a ginger; red hair, green eyes, freckles dotting pale skin. Too bad he was such an asshole. She might have thought he was cute.
     
     
    She began to lift. “Don’t use your back,” he said, lips very close to her ear. She paused and then used her legs to lift. “There you go.” She was hugging him, he was hugging her and the timber of his words vibrated through her body creating goose bumps that ran down her spine. She had never been so close to a man that was not directly a part of her bloodline. Beneath his loose fitting shirt, his muscles were tight and tone. Her mouth felt suddenly dry as she nervously took a step away from him. Standing, he towered over her. She had to look up at him. He was looking down, but not at her, at his legs.
     
     
    She looked down, as well. They seemed to be supporting him ok. She backed up again, bumping the toilet and he placed one hand on the sink counter while the other remained on her shoulder for balance.
     
     
    She gave him a surprised look. “Can you walk?” And then she blushed that she’d asked such a thing to a man in a wheelchair.
     
     
    “A little.” He swung his left leg out and she stepped out of his way, still remaining close enough so that he could continue to hold onto her for support. He leaned his body to the left and then swung his right leg out.
     
     
    “You’re walking.” He wobbled a little but righted himself. “Jason, if you can do this then why don’t you get a walker or crutches?” His expression grew dark and he didn’t answer. Shit, she’d put her foot in her mouth. He had reached the toilet. Now what was she supposed to do?
     
     
    “Lift the toilet seat.” He said while he moved to undo his pants. She did it quickly. He wasn’t holding on to her for balance but he wasn’t wobbling either. “Bring my chair behind me so that I can sit when I’m done.”
     
     
    She did as he demanded, wishing that he could be a little nicer. As she moved to get the chair, she heard the loud patter of his urine stream hitting the water within the toilet. She blushed. Well there was no shame in his game.
     
     
    After urinating for an ungodly long time, he checked behind him for his chair and then using the cabinet he lowered himself into the chair, flopping down in it. He picked up his left leg and then his right, setting his feet into position. She watched as he reached forward and flushed the toilet then wheeled himself to a pedestal sink, where he washed his hands.
     
     
    He sighed and looked at her. “Well, we’ll be late but I guess that can’t be helped. Wheel me out to the living room so that I can get my things.”
     
     
    “I got here at seven on the dot.” She said, unwilling to take the blame for his tardiness to school.
     
     
    “You’re supposed to be here at six am.”
     
     
    She sighed. “Well I won’t be late again.” He didn’t speak, and she silently cursed Ben for making her look so stupid for this job.
     
     
    He instructed her to get his book bag out of the closet while he went to his computer and unplugged something from the modem. He pocketed whatever the thing was and then rolled to the door waiting for her to open it. At her car, she helped him to stand again.
     
     
    It took a while but she got him folded into the small car while he looked at her like she was an idiot for not having a mini-van. After opening the trunk she tackled the chair. It was light weight but still big and awkward! And because she’d never done anything like this, it seemed to take forever. Jason had eventually bellowed that there were latches that would need to be undone. She found them and lifted the suddenly collapsible chair. Something metal scraped against her bumper and she cursed. It had left a mark! Now she was