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“Yeah, I…. wait.” I frown, replaying what he just said in my mind. “Did you sayour?”
“What was that?” He rubs his hands together, warming them up.
“You said one ofourexes. What does that mean?”
He hums. “I didn’t say that. It’s just my accent.”
“You don’t really have much of an accent.”
“Thanks!” Before I can ask any more questions, he starts kneading my shoulders, and all the words die in my mouth. I gape like a fish as he rubs my sore muscles, loosening the day’s tension. It feelsamazing.
He chuckles. “What? Did you think I was lying about the training?”
I can’t even speak. He keeps working on my shoulders for a bit, squeezing the tight muscles, then digs his thumbs into a harsh knot at the back of my neck. I gasp.
He stops immediately. “Too much?”
“Oh, fuck. No. No, no, it’s great,” I babble.
He hums and pushes into the muscle again, rubbing out the tension. I shudder all over. “There,” I mutter. “Harder, please. Fuck.”
He frowns. “Babe, you’re so tight. This must be really hurting you.” He keeps working on the knot until the muscle finally relaxes, and I’m a half-melted lump under his hands.
I sigh. “You’re a wizard.”
“It’s been said. Okay. Let me get the other side.”
I shuffle up, and he slides his hands across the other shoulder. “You know,” he says casually, kneading the muscle. “This would work a lot better if you took your shirt off.”
My mouth falls open. I jump up from the sofa, staggering back. “Oh my God! You’re just trying to get me topless!”
He has the grace to look sheepish. “Riven asked me to. He’s worried that you’re hiding an injury.”
Fury boils in my blood. “Don’tdothat! Find something else to jack off to!”
He looks taken aback. “That wasn’t what I was planning on—”
I cut him off. “Listen to me. Idon’t want to. What is wrong with you? Don’t try totrick meinto taking off my clothes! If I say no, I mean it!”
He puts his hands up. “Hey, I’m sorry. Sorry. We just want to know if you’re hurt. Honestly.”
“Do I really lookthatfragile? Would you be hovering over Cole like this?”
He shrugs. “We know what we can handle. But you’re not from around here. And you’re sosmall. We don’t know what you can take.”
“Well, it’s shitty fucking behaviour,” I snap. “Don’t do it.”
He bites his lip. A reddish curl falls into his face. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “Really.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It suddenly sinks in just how vulnerable I am. I’m stuck here, with no one to call for help. The surge of panic that rises up in me overwhelms me. “I—do you have a bathroom?”
“Nope. We usually just piss in the snow.” He gives me a tentative smile. I stare at him flatly, and he sighs, standing up. “I’ll show you.”
I shuffle back. “No. Stay there. Don’t come with me.”
He swears under his breath and sits back down. “That corridor.” He points. “Second door on the left.”
I follow his directions, stumbling through the dark corridor and practically falling into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me, put down the toilet seat, and slump onto it, trying to reason with myself.
