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When did he come in?
‘Mav’s just massaging my leg,’ I squeak. ‘That’s all!’
There’s a little more laughter, but the room quiets and I find that I don’t care enough about what any of these guys think to ask Mav to stop his ministrations, so he keeps going. His magic fingers lulling me into that elusive state in between awake and asleep.
I lose track of the minutes, of the room, of the movie. There’s only his hands on the leg that aches sometimes.
I could get used to this, I think, mercilessly silencing the voice that tells me this isn’t real. That they just want something. I can trust them with some things, but not my heart.
Mav
Her leg is taut.Every muscle and ligament is tight and I work hard to loosen everything up, wondering if she had some kind of injury to it at some point. She runs a lot, I’ve noticed. Maybe she has some stress damage, or maybe it was when she fell.
The movie ended a few minutes ago and most of the guys have drifted off to study or hang out in their own rooms.
I look over at her. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t think she’s really asleep because every time my fingers touch a good spot, she moans and her body stretches deliciously.
‘Daisy?’
‘Mmm,’ is the only answer I get and I let out a small laugh. I haven’t seen her relaxed before, not even in her room by herself.
Blake is watching her. He keeps swallowing hard.
‘You shouldn’t have donethatin here,’ I mutter.
‘What?’ he asks, the picture of innocence and I roll my eyes.
‘You know what. She would have been upset if someone saw. She’s not like Jolie.’
‘No,’ he agrees. ‘She’s definitely not like Jolie. Are you done with her massage?’
‘Yeah,’ I frown. ‘Her left leg is really tense. Like the whole thing.’
I stop my fingers and as soon as I do, Blake is rising with her in his arms.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Taking her upstairs. I don’t trust her down here half asleep with these morons, even if Shade did tell them she’s not part of the hazing anymore, do you?’
‘Nope,’ I admit readily, following him as he carries Daisy, the blanket still draped over her, from the room.
Her eyes are open and she’s blinking up at him.
‘Is the movie over?’
‘Yeah, it’s done.’
‘Oh.’ She sounds disappointed. ‘I missed it.’
‘We can put it on in my room,’ Blake says, and I snort at his blatant plan.
‘She’s tired,’ I say, giving Blake a pointed look as I climb the stairs beside him.
‘No,’ she says,’ I’m not. Really. I’d like to see it.’
‘Your wish is my command,’ Blake says.
‘Can you let me down, please? I can walk.’
