Page 17 of Seven is Swell

“You have a game in a few days.”

“I’ll see if I can find an appointment at the clinic. They usually have somebody on board that can sort out this sort of thing.”

“They’re also usually booked out. You need this healed by tomorrow’s practice? Yeah, that’s quite a risk.”

“PleaseDelaney?” Adler asks, his hands in prayer position, eyes attempting to appear much larger than they actually are. “I'll owe you big time.”

I sigh heavily. “Fine. Only if he agrees though.”

“Only if I agree to what?” Spencer asks, but he’s distracted, already writing off the situation as being unfixable and making plans to accept his fate. I can see the look of defeat on his face.

I stand to get my hands on my hips, rocking back on my heels a little to make it maybe slightly less awkward. “So, I’m sure you can see that I’m a bodysmith.”

His cheeks redden. “Are you? I… hadn’t—”

“Shut up,” Jackson says. “It’s probably the first thing you noticed about her. Gorgeous, long platinum hair, giant tits, curvy ass…bullshit you didn’t notice.”

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” Spencer mumbles.

“There are way too many men in this room,” I mumble right back. “Look, I might be able to help you.”

He looks up sadly, but interested. “What do you mean?”

“I… have this thing. Some bodysmiths can heal minor injuries when they want to.”

“What?” August asks, feigning mild outrage. “I didn’t know that. How comewedidn’t know that?”

“Probably because you’ve never been injured around me? It never came up.” I shrug because I don’t go around announcing my abilities to everybody I'm involved with. That would be weird.

“Wait. What do you have to do?” Jackson asks, getting ideas. “You're a bodysmith, which means…” He sighs in defeat. “It's something sexy, isn’t it?”

“It would make sense,” August replies. “She works off sexy magic. Do you have to blow him to make it work? Because if so, I'm pretty sure I sprained something, too. Just now, yep. When you weren't looking.”

“Whoa,” Adler protests, covering his ears with his hands. "We need to have a serious discussion about boundaries here, guys.”

This is funny to me, so I laugh kind of loudly while trying very hard not to. My brother’s never been super comfortable talking about my magic because of what it involves.

I wipe an errant tear from my eye. “Just a kiss,” I tell them.

“That’s almost worse, though!” Jackson whines. “It’s more personal.”

I turn to face him. “You’re telling me that kissing somebody is more personal than wrapping your lips around their cock and sucking them into your throat until they explode?”

“Okay, I hear how dumb that sounds now that you put it into such exquisite detail.” Jackson adjusts himself and eyes my mouth like he's about to ask for something. “Fine. Help the poor kid.”

“You can seriously do that?” Spencer asks, straightening in his seat.

He pulls his shoe and sock off, inspecting the damage and it definitely looks uncomfortable. No way he’s playing a game or even practicing on that.

“No promises, but I can try. I don't have a lot of experience with healing, but in theory I should be able to, yeah. I at least know that I have that ability. My mom doesn’t, so we've sort of fumbled through developing that particular skill.” There I go spouting random facts about myself. Is it hot in here? I start fanning myself.

“You’d think you’d be better at flirting considering what you are,” my brother says, backing out of his office. "You have ten minutes. Clothes stay on, you hear me?”

“Wait, I did come in here for a reason. I was on the phone with Papa Foster and he wanted me to tell you something.”

“Oh yeah, I need to go get my phone fixed today. Everything okay with the parents?”

“I can catch you up later, just some political drama with the shifters and my mate. No big deal.”

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