Page 14 of Electric Kiss

Desperate to not think of this man naked, she closed her eyes for two seconds and then opened them again.

“All right, let’s get this over with,” Daisy muttered. She cleared her throat. “Ready?”

“How do you want me?” he asked.

She didn’t miss his smirk.

It was then she realised they hadn’t exchanged names.

“Don’t you mean where do I want you?”

“Whatever,” he said, shrugging his bad shoulder and wincing.

“Okay, have you got a desk-type chair in your workshop?”

“Yeah, I’ll get it.”

“Why don’t you stay here, and I’ll get it?”

Nate nodded, and she strode a few paces before turning.

“Where am I going to get it?”

“Far left-hand corner, try not to trip over anything.”

“I’ll try to navigate my way around a spanner.” She said wearily.

His rumbly laugh left her hot and bothered as she ventured into the workshop. She pulled her skirts free as she walked and side-eyed the yellow armchair. She wasn’t sure why seeing it caused her to freeze. Daisy whipped outher phone and snapped a picture to ask her mum the following day. If the toy had a reason, then the armchair might too. She found the chair covered in oil smears and brought it back outside. He looked at her legs, and his face fell. She smiled at his disappointment they were back under cover. He liked her.

“You got a name?” Daisy asked as she swung the chair around and pointed to the seat.

He sat down and looked up. “Nathaniel. You?”

“Daisy,” she replied.

“Suits you,” he said.

Daisy smiled, brought the wheelbarrow over to where he was sitting, and sat on the edge to his side.

“Put your palm on my shoulder, Nathaniel,” she said, nodding to the shoulder she meant.

“Nate, call me Nate.”

With a small smile, he nodded his agreement. Daisy carefully and gently began the process of setting his shoulder back in place, and he winced as the pain washed over him.

“All right, Nate. I want you to relax your shoulder and make your arm as floppy as you can.”

Nate had dislocated his left shoulder and had the palm of that arm on his lap. She had one of her hands cupping his elbow and the other was massaging the injured shoulder. She pressed her fingers to rub and cajole the shoulder so she could see which way he’d dislocated it.

His eyes never left hers. She could feel his stare, and his gaze became more intense when she glanced at him.

“Make it quick, and it will be fine.”

“This will take four minutes of manipulation, but it may hurt until it’s back in. Quick enough?”

“I guess. Will you talk to me while you do it?”

She deepened her voice and slowed her words as she spoke next.

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