Circumstances Brought Us Together In A Romantic Way

My neighbor was run over downtown while crossing the street. He stepped into traffic thinking he had the right of way. He was hurt pretty badly, broken hip, femur, five broken ribs, punctured lung, bruised liver. And bad scr**es and bruises. And being his neighbor, the only girl he knew, he had them contact me. The guilt of taking care of him was the worst guilt I have ever felt. He could not possibly take care of himself, so I let them put him in my roommates room and my roommate moved in with me.

Feeding him, bathing him, medications, repositioning him, entertaining him. It was the biggest unwanted chore I had ever had, but I was stuck, by my guilt and his pain. And there was something else, I was sleeping with my roommate night after night. When you see, eyes wide open, this girl undressing, dressing in front of you, getting in bed beside you, touching her, feeling her boobs on your back when she leans on you, her hand accidently touching your butt, your boobs, straightening out the wrinkles in your crotch. And her seeing you naked too.

You would think that sex would blossom with the injured man. It didn't. Sex blossomed with the girls next to me. I suppose feelings blossomed first and it was only after she said the L word that I said it. Preceded by I suppose I L you too. No, take that back, I do love you, I just don't know what to do. Only after we went through the Declaration that sex blossomed.

He had ideas, he fell in love with me and he fell in love with her, I was told it is the Nightingale effect. I genuinely care for him, I'm happy I was there, guilty, but I was there to nurse him back to health. But if he hadn't stepped in front of a car I pretty sure my roommate, now partner as the lez people say, my girlfriend and me would not be sleeping together and doing the horizontal Zumba. He is our neighbor, we have him over for dinner, along with his laundry, and we appreciate him looking after us. In a way we have adopted him as our big brother.