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I scramble up on my feet, step around Leo, and give Wally a gentle pat. “Let’s go upstairs.”

He yawns, then hops off the couch and follows me up the staircase.

My foot barely hits the first step when I hear Leo say my name.

“Lucy, wait.”

I look over at him, still sitting on the floor. He rubs the back of his neck, his face flushed, the look in his eyes dazed.

“Sorry, um…I hope that wasn’t…” He sighs. “I didn’t mean to⁠—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Leo,” I try to smile. I don’t want this to be awkward. I just want everything to be normal again.

“I hope your shoulder feels better. And your ribs.”

He swallows. “They do. Thanks.”

I flash a thumbs-up and try to smile. “No problem.” God, I’m a dork.

When I make it up to Leo’s bedroom with Wally, I close the door behind me and groan softly.

What is wrong with me? How come I can’t do something as simple as give Leo a sports massage?

Because you have a crush on him. And you’re insanely attracted to him.

I sigh, annoyed at myself for thinking I could run my hands over his ripped body and not trigger my attraction for him.

Now my skin is burning hot, and that achy pulse between my thighs is back…just like the night that he pressed me against the wall in that hotel and made out with me…

My clit pulses…between my legs, I’m aching…

I bite my lip, eager to touch myself while thinking about Leo…

I cut off the thought the second it forms. No. That’s not what friends do. Friends don’t masturbate to the thought of each other.

I ignore the throb between my legs and sit on the bed. Wally jumps up and rests his head in my lap. He lets out a tired, whiny noise, then kicks his legs out like he’s restless.

I let out a defeated sigh. “Me too, Wally.”

Chapter 39

Leo

I’m sitting on my living room floor, my dick as hard as a rock.

Because I’m a fucking idiot.

I thought I could handle Lucy massaging me. I thought I could sit here and act normal. I really thought that my body wouldn’t react.

But I was wrong. Because of-fucking-course my body would react to her touching me with those soft, delicate hands. Kneading and pressing and caressing. Making me feel so damn good.

That soreness in my shoulder and ribs is long gone, and not just because of Lucy’s stellar massage techniques. But because all the blood in my body is rushing to my cock, and that’s all I can feel and focus on right now.

I lean my head back and groan, equal parts aroused and frustrated with myself.

Why did I say yes when she offered to massage me?

Because you’re attracted to her. You want her even though you know you can’t have her, and you’ll make any excuse to touch her…or have her touch you.