They pulled away from each other when it became hard to breathe easily. Their chests heaved up and down in sequence, their lips red and swollen. Liam placed his forehead on hers, his thumb rubbing the side of her face slowly while he stared at her.

"I love you, Alexa." He muttered.

She gulped, nodding her head. He understood. No matter how long it took for her to repeat those words back to him. He would wait.

Few minutes later, Liam pushed the wheelchair across the garden while she plucked flowers she loved.

"They form a beautiful chemistry together, don't you think?" She asked, smiling beautifully. Liam removed one from...