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“No, not at all. But I understand how bodies work, and I’ve never had anyone complain in this department.”

“Probably because they were all faking it. I can’t imagine you came into it with happiness and a positive attitude. You’re probably grumpy in bed, too.”

“Only one way to find out,” I replied, winking as I rocked back on my heels.

Thirteen

Jasmin

Was I seriously considering this?!

Sex—or even just foreplay—with Brody was insane. I didn’t even know the guy. But apparently, that wasn’t reason enough for my mind to stop imagining him every time I tried to get myself off. The sleeping part was a bit of a surprise as I never would have thought I was capable of that while asleep, but obviously, my body wanted something I wasn’t giving it. And I had a sneaking suspicionthat somethingwas Brody’s cock.

“So, what’s it going to be? Do you want my help or not?” he asked, smiling smugly.

How the hell was I supposed to answer that? I didn’t know how to do a no-strings-attached hook-up, and it felt weird to just jump right in as if this was something normal people did every day.

“How can you be so nonchalant about this?” I questioned, folding my arms over my chest.

“It’s easy.”

“Yeah, maybe for you. Not so much for girls.”

I took another deep breath, this time forcing myself to release it slowly in hopes that it would help calm my nerves. I knew I could just say no and try to go back to sleep, but there was this excitement that was tingling inside of me at the thought of doing something like this. I may never get a chance like this again, and Brody was a good-looking guy, so it wasn’t like I was settling by any means. As long as he kept his mouth shut anddidn’t act like the grumpy ass I’d come to know in such a short time, we’d be just fine.

“How about a massage?” he offered, nodding to the bed. “I won’t touch anywhere you don’t want me to. But I can at least work on the knots forming across your shoulders. You’re making me tense just from looking at you.”

“Wow,” I sneered, cocking my head to the side. “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you?”

“Just take your shirt off and lay down.” He rolled his eyes and let out a loud huff.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the light while I did as he asked. I still had my bra on, so I reminded myself that this was no different than wearing a bikini. I was showing the same amount of skin and could really use a massage. If he sucked at it, at least I didn’t spend hundreds of dollars on it.

A few seconds later, he returned with a bottle of massage oil. I didn’t bother to question why he had it, but it felt promising that this might not be so bad after all. My hair was already pulled up onto my head so it was out of his way as I laid my head to the side and closed my eyes.

I felt the oil on my skin as he gently rubbed it in, his strong fingers skillfully moving across my back. There was a light lavender scent that made me feel even more relaxed as he worked his way up to my shoulders, working the knots that had indeed started to form.

There had been so much pressure and stress trying to get stuff set up for Frosty Fest that I hadn’t stopped to take the time to do anything about it. I knew that I would end up going for a spa day after the new year, but this just proved how much I needed it now.

“You’re so tight,” he said softly, squirting more oil before continuing to work my shoulders.

I ignored his words that stirred a fire deep inside my belly. He had offered to take care of that as well, but for now, this was what I was comfortable with.

“If the pressure gets to be too much let me know, and I’ll ease up. I really want to work these out for you, though.”

“Thank you,” I said, already feeling relaxed. “You’re better at this than I thought you would be.”

“I’m a licensed massage therapist. I used to do this for a living until I decided to focus on welding.”

“Wow. I never would have pegged you for a massage therapist.”

“I’m into a lot, but pegging is a no for me.”

A nervous giggle shot out of me before I could stop it once I realized my words.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—you know—pegging...”

“It would be fine if you did. Talking about sex doesn’t bother me, and it shouldn’t bother you either. You’re safe to talk about things openly with me without fear of being judged.”

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