FROM LACROSSE TO HIS ARMSUpdated at Aug 25, 2026, 14:35
"Do you remember what you said to me the other night?" I said softly my eyes never leaving his.
He swallowed hard.
"I can't remember, we've spent so many nights together Chase." He said closing the gap between us.
"I would never fall in love with a patient because this is the first rule of my job." I blurted out, staring deep into my eyes."Those were your words Thierry."
"Who made up that rule?" He replied, putting his hands over my head and pinning me against the wall.
His hands gripped my waist.
" Are you even listening you dumbass?" I pushed him aside.
"Nah, I just couldn't stop staring at those lips." He replied, raising my brows.
"Thierry, if we do this right now there is no going back."
"I stand on business and I mean every word I said. I am ready to bend every rule for you."
****************************************
Every love story has a beginning. Ours started with a broken dream.
Lacrosse was never just a game to me, it was my future.
Born into a wealthy family obsessed with lacrosse, I spent my life carrying my mother's legacy on my shoulders. I finally became the athlete she wanted me to be, until one brutal game shattered my leg and left my career hanging by a thread.
My mother gave me thirty days to recover and return to the field, hiring Thierry, a young physiotherapist, to make it happen.
But Thierry had one rule: never fall in love with a patient.
I had a rule of my own: never fall in love.
I had stopped believing in love after watching my parents destroy each other. Thierry and I were supposed to keep things professional, but thirty days together made that harder than either of us expected.
Because the closer I got to walking again, the harder it became to stay away from the one man I was never supposed to love.