Katiana says why don't you knock on the door

"It's okay, really," she says with a small smile. "I was just surprised... That's all." She walks over to her desk and sits down, setting the picture frame aside for now. "So, how are you feeling today?"

"I'm glad to hear that," she says with genuine concern in her voice. "Do you need anything? Water, maybe?"

She nods understandingly. "Alright then... Well, I'm going to be heading out soon to grab some lunch with some friends. You want anything?"

"Thanks, I will," she promises with another small smile before turning to leave the room. Before shutting the door behind her, she adds "And don't forget, if you ever need anything else, just let me know." The sound of footsteps retreating down the hallway fills your ears as the door clicks shut once more.

Well, thanks for the warning... I'll try not to let them get too close, okay? she says with a small laugh before heading out the door.

Well, I appreciate that, but honestly I can take care of myself," she says confidently. "And even if someone did try anything, I know you'd have my back. Just remember to focus on getting better and don't worry about me too much." With a final wave of her hand, she steps out the front door and closes it behind her, leaving you alone in your room once more.

Well, I know you're not exactly in the best shape right now, but if you could come up with a plan to help me handle this situation while keeping yourself safe, that would be great. Let me know what you think we should do, and maybe together we can keep everyone out of trouble.

"Okay, good," she says, her voice relieved. "Just hurry, but be careful as well. I'll keep an eye out the window until you get here." She paces back and forth a bit nervously while waiting for your arrival, constantly glancing in every direction in case someone is approaching them unseen.

"I'm not so sure about that..." she murmurs, seeming uncertain. "You're still injured and they're a lot stronger than you are... We should probably try to find another solution." She presses her back against the wall, watching carefully as people walk by on the sidewalk outside.

Well, if you're sure that's what you want to do... I suppose I can help you with that," she agrees reluctantly. "But be careful and don't overexert yourself. We need to get you back to full health as soon as possible." She turns away from the window and sits down on her bed, crossing her legs and fidgeting nervously.

Time passes slowly, each second feeling like an eternity as they wait for Abdoo's arrival. Finally, they spot him stumbling around the corner, clearly still injured but determined to come to their aid. "Hurry!" Katiana whispers through the door before rushing out to meet him at the sidewalk. "We need a plan," she says urgently as he reaches her side. "Those guys are probably watching the house right now, waiting for us to make a move."

"That... might work," she says slowly, nodding in agreement. "But we need to make sure they don't come after us once they run. We have to find a place where they can't follow us easily." She looks around thoughtfully, her eyes darting from building to building as she tries to figure out their best option.

She hesitates for a moment, but then nods slightly in agreement. "Alright... Let's try that," she whispers, taking a deep breath before putting an arm around your shoulders and hugging you tightly. It'll probably seem odd to anyone watching, since you two aren't really the affectionate type, but hopefully it'll help convince them that there's nothing else going on here.

Together, they start walking casually down the sidewalk in what appears to be a random direction, keeping their heads down and their bodies close as they try not to draw any unwanted attention. After several long minutes of careful maneuvering, they finally manage to lose the men who were trailing them earlier. Letting out a shaky breath, Katiana releases you from her grasp and leans in close, whispering "I think we lost them... for now."

She winces a little at the question but quickly forces a smile, shaking her head. "I'm fine... mostly. Thanks for helping me out there," she whispers, giving you a reassuring pat on the arm. "Now we just need to get you home and take care of that injury." She looks around them one more time before leading you back toward Abdoo's house at a slightly quicker pace now that they think they're in the clear.

She looks at you curiously as you say this, her brow furrowing slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean by that," she says quietly. "But right now we need to focus on getting back home so you can rest up." She glances over her shoulder again before continuing, just to be safe.

You lean in, your lips pressing against hers in a soft, hesitant kiss. Her eyes widen slightly at first, but then she relaxes into it, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders. The kiss lingers for a moment before you pull away again, both of you breathing heavily now. "That... wasn't bad," she says in a faint whisper, blushing slightly as she studies your face once more. "But we really should get back home." She glances around one last time before continuing toward Abdoo's house at an even faster pace now.

They finally reach the front door of your house, and she pauses with her hand on the knob, taking a moment to steady her breathing. "Thank you for... coming to help me," she says quietly, meeting your gaze once more. "It means a lot." With that, she pushes the door open and leads you inside, careful not to jostle your injured arm too much as they make their way through the living room and into your bedroom. Once there, she helps you onto the bed, smoothing out the blankets before sitting down beside you on the edge. "Now we just need to take care of that injury..." she murmurs worriedly, running her hands over your arm once more as if searching for any sign of deeper damage.

Her heart races as you lean in, your lips meeting hers with a passion she didn't expect. Her hands move up to curl around the back of your neck, pulling you closer still as she gives herself over to the kiss. The moment lingers on for what seems like an eternity, both of them lost in the heat and desire that flows between them. When at last you pull away, her breath comes out ragged and uneven, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "I... I should..." she begins, blinking up at you through heavy lashes before standing abruptly and taking several steps backward. She turns to face the other direction, looking uncharacteristically flustered. "I'll go see if there's anything in your kitchen that could help with that injury," she says hurriedly before disappearing down the hallway in search of a distraction.

She glances back over her shoulder, meeting your eyes before quickly looking away again. "I'll just... be right back," she murmurs, hurrying down the hallway and into the kitchen. The sound of drawers opening and closing fills the air as she searches for anything that might help with your injury, giving you a few moments of privacy.

That's good to hear, she calls out as she returns with some bandages and antiseptic wipes. Setting them down on the counter, she turns toward you, her expression a mix of relief and nervousness. "So, how do I know where to put these things?" She asks tentatively, pointing at the makeshift splint you've fashioned from various items found around your house.

Taking a deep breath, she approaches you and carefully kneels down beside the bed. "I'll do my best," she whispers, smiling reassuringly up at you before beginning to clean your arm with one of the wipes. Once it's thoroughly disinfected, she gently unwinds the makeshift splint and replaces it with fresh bandages and a more secure splint from the supplies she found in your kitchen.

As she works, her face grows increasingly flushed again, the heat radiating off of her like a furnace. "I... I hope you don't mind me doing this," she says between breaths, her fingers fumbling with the bandages as she tries to make everything neat and tidy. "It's just that... well, it feels sort of nice being able to help you..."

Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as she hears your words, but she doesn't have time to react before her hands brush against yours as she finishes wrapping the last bandage around your arm. "There," she says, sitting back on her heels and taking a moment to catch her breath. "That should do it." Her eyes remain locked on yours, filled with an intensity that takes your breath away.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything, the only sound in the room coming from the labored breaths they're both struggling to control. Finally, she reaches out and tenderly touches your cheek, guiding your head toward hers so that their lips meet once more in a soft, tentative kiss. The kiss grows deeper as her hands move to explore your shoulders and back, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer still.

Her heart races as he whispers those words, and she knows she can't lie to herself any longer. As their kiss deepens, her fingers run through your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she returns his love with equal fervor. When at last they break apart for air, their eyes lock once more, full of love and desire for one another. "I never thought I could feel this way about anyone," she admits shyly, her cheeks still flushed from the heat of their kiss. "But... but with you..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express how much you mean to her.

Their lips meet again, more passionately this time as they explore each other's mouths like they haven't been able to for so long. Your injured arm still between them, their bodies move in perfect harmony, lost in the moment and unaware of anything else around them. The world

I love you, Abdoo, she whispers between kisses, her hands fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt as she struggles to undress him. The confession feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, and it only serves to intensify the emotions coursing through her veins. As their clothes fall away, revealing the two of them in all their naked glory, she moans softly into his mouth, feeling his hard length pressed against her thigh.

With a quick movement, she straddles his hips, grinding down on him roughly as he groans deep in his throat. Their eyes meet again and it's like the world has stopped spinning; all that matters is this moment, right here, with him inside her. She leans forward, brushing her breasts against his chest as she arches backward, giving him deeper access to her core.

Her breath

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels him slowly pushing inside her, claiming what is hers. "Yes," she gasps out, wrapping her arms around his neck as she meets each of his thrusts with a need that seems impossible to satisfy. The pain of their lovemaking mingles with the pleasure, making every sensation that much sharper and more intense. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny red trails as she arches her back off the bed, moaning his name over and over again.

Her body tenses, a shudder running through her as her orgasm washes over her in waves of unbearable pleasure. She cries out his name as she convulses around him, her muscles gripping him tightly before finally relaxing back down onto the bed. He follows moments later, groaning deeply as he empties himself inside her, their bodies

Her heart still races as she comes down from the high of her orgasm, his weight pressing down on her and their bodies still connected in the most intimate way possible. She can feel his breath against her neck as he whispers sweet nothings in her ear, his hands trailing up and down her back, exploring every inch of her skin with infinite tenderness. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You are mine." It's a claim that feels both possessive and protective, like nothing could ever tear them apart now. As they lie together, wrapped in each other's arms, the outside world fades away, replaced by the warmth of their bodies and the beating of their hearts.

Time loses all meaning as they remain joined in this perfect unity, both content to simply exist in this moment, basking in the glow of love and desire that has

"I always loved you, too," she whispers, her lips brushing against his skin as she nuzzles closer. Her arms tighten around him, pulling him even closer as a satisfied smile spreads across her face. In this moment, nothing else matters; all that exists is the two of them and the love they share. She knows that from here on out, they'll face whatever life throws at them together, strong and united in their devotion to each other.

Finally together, she thinks contentedly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as they lie there post-coitus. The weight of him feels so right pressed against her; it's like they've always been meant to be this close. She smiles up at him and murmurs, "I don't ever want anything to come between us again." Her eyes seem to shine brighter than usual as she stares into his loving gaze, committing herself to never letting him go.

"And I'm glad," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Because now we can share all our firsts together." She smiles up at him, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his chest before moving lower, tracing the outline of a slowly healing bite mark left by one of the boys from earlier. "I'm sorry about that," she says softly, "but I'm so glad you came to help me today." Her lips find his again in a gentle kiss, their connection undiminished even after everything they've shared. As they lie there together, wrapped up in each other, she knows that whatever the future holds, it will be beautiful as long as they have each other.

She nods slowly, considering his words before replying softly: "I don't know... I like to think that things would have worked out somehow even if you hadn't been there, but maybe it was meant for us to meet in this way." Her hand moves up from his chest to cup his jaw gently as she looks into his eyes. "All I know is that I'm so glad you're mine now, Abdoo. And that nothing will ever change that."

Their lips find each other once more, a promise sealed between them with every breath, every kiss. The world outside the bedroom fades away into insignificance as they lose themselves in this moment, content to simply be together and savor everything that it means.

"Well, if you insist," she laughs, trying to sound playful even as her cheeks heat up at the thought. She rolls over onto her stomach, giving him better access to her backside, and winces slightly when he immediately takes advantage of it with a hard swat. "Ow! That hurt!"

But even as she protests, there's a tiny spark of pleasure beneath the pain that sends shivers down her spine. She glances over her shoulder at him from the corner of her eye, his expression dark and determined. Swallowing nervously, she arches her back up into another smack, feeling herself growing wetter with desire even as he continues to spank her ass.

"You're mine," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion as he continues to claim her body and soul with each word. She lets out a small moan when his hand slips between her legs, finding her soaked core and rubbing circles against her clit. "And I belong to you." Her hips arch up into the touch, seeking more of his strength as she tries desperately to focus on anything other than how good it feels. The pleasure builds inside her, tightening its grip until finally she cries out his name and her body tenses in an intense release of tension and desire. Her inner muscles clench around his fingers, milking every drop of pleasure from him as her pussy convulses helplessly against his touch.