"I will if that is what you want," Paul replied as he loosened his grip on her.
"No!" Leah exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck in panic. His action had clearly surprised her. The kiss was an unexpected distraction from her own worries and fears about being in the water.
"Please don't let me go," her voice sounded calmer already as she realised he wouldn't just drop her. Looking into his eyes she realised he was being sincere about feeling anxious. Of course he was nervous about this just as much as she was, be it for different reasons. "I could get you fired over that," Leah said, her voice not more than a whisper now.
"I'm fully aware of that," Paul answered. Looking composed as always and keeping his eyes locked with hers, "but you wouldn't..." Even though he was convinced she wasn't going to cause him any trouble over it, he wished he could read her mind. Had the kiss just been unexpected or was it completely unwanted? That he wasn't sure about.
Paul had always been somewhat clumsy around people, always trying his best to please them and avoid any form of confrontation or drama. That's why he preferred kids over adults. They would call him mean for making them hurt or work hard. He would then reward them with sweets after the therapy session and in return get a 'thank you' and a smile or hug even. Simple and uncomplicated.
With Leah it was a whole other story. She was stubborn and distant, almost as if she was scared of opening up to anybody. All the sugar in the world wouldn't be enough to make her even mutter a 'thank you'. For some reason that was what made her so appealing to him. The more she tried to push people away, the more Paul wanted to pry and get close to her.
He had dreams about her. Sexual dreams in which she was nothing but willing to please and be pleased. They messed with his mind and every now and then literally gave him a hard time whilst working with her.
Being this close to her in the warm water made him feel nervous and insecure. Even though she was wearing a tight fitting bathing suit that showed off her curves he was able to calm his thoughts and focus at first. But as he noticed the goose bumps on her skin his eyes started to wander. Soon enough he found himself biting his lip briefly as he saw the stiff nipples poking the wet lycra of her bathing suit. A deep breath helped focussing again but when she had hugged herself closer against his chest he was lost and couldn't fight his urges any longer and kissed her.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," Paul said, not wanting to apologise for the kiss itself, "that was very unprofessional of me."
Leah raised an eyebrow at his words and looked at him with a confused expression on her face, "Is that everything you have to say?! Do you treat all your patients like this?"
"What? No!" his raised voice echoed in the room as Paul carried Leah out of the water again. Without another word he placed her back in the wheelchair, picked up the towels and threw one towards Leah. She quickly pulled the soft fabric and covered herself while looking up at Paul. She knew she had to say something, he would stay quiet for sure, but hesitated for a moment.
"Paul...I eh...," Leah started, "I'm sorry for overreacting. You caught me off guard." She looked at his face, hoping he would look back but he was staring at the floor while shaking his head lightly.
"You're not the one that has to say sorry, I overstepped and I'm sorry for that," Paul replied, finally raising his head so their eyes met. He tried to smile at her hoping she would accept the apology. He noticed her biting her lip and squeezing the towel around her body. Was she still upset?
Out of nowhere her face changed and Leah started laughing. "You're such a silly guy," she giggled, as she let go of the towel she was clutching. Leah watched him as he blushed, nervously running his fingers through his wet hair. "Shall we try again?" she asked while pointing towards the pool.
Paul smiled and sighed a relieved sigh. "Yes, let's do that," he replied gratefully and as if nothing had happened lifted her from her wheelchair and carried her into the water again.
To any spectators what followed would have looked like a normal therapy session between a therapist and his patient. But both of them were very aware of the physical contact and every light touch between them. After half an hour in the water Leah was exhausted and Paul knew it was enough for the day. By the time he had placed her back into her chair and wrapped the towel around her shoulders Leah's mother walked in.
As always she ignored Leah and walked up to Paul, "So, how is the new therapy?" She had made it a habit to ask him instead of her own daughter. Paul quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it down over his head before turning towards Leah, hoping she wouldn't tell on him.
"It was fine," Leah interrupted, "but it's not a miracle treatment, Mum. I just need more time to...more time to..." she stuttered.