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‘Where does it hurt?’ she rumbles in my ear, one hand drifting under the blanket.

‘Down,’ I whisper.

She trails her hand slowly until I saythere.

She hesitates, fingers grazing just above my pussy. I forwent underwear today. Thank God I trimmed recently. Not that these girls would care. Wouldn’t be surprised if Haz’s bush is as big as Nic’s.

‘To the left,’ I direct, hissing when she presses on a particularly tender spot.

‘Here?’ she murmurs.

I nod against her chest, closing my eyes as her fingers commence a gentle circular motion.

After a few moments of that, I’m able to put my attention back on the film, content that she won’t be a dick and try something.

‘A man I can almost fancy,’ she comments after a while.

‘Jude Law? Yeah, he’s beaut in this.’

I shift as the pain starts to ebb, the pills doing their thing. Haz is warm below me, her body a curious combination of firm and yielding. The soft scent of fabric conditioner wafts from her jumper, making me feel sleepy.

‘Can tell Elly washed your clothes this week.’

Haz shakes her head. ‘Don’t know how she does it. They always smell musty as fuck when I do them, even with a boatload of softener.’

‘She’s got the touch.’

‘Housewife material, for sure.’

‘You’ve got your talents too,’ I assure her.

‘Yeah, and what are they? Banging ovarian massages?’

‘That’s definitely up there.’

She gives my belly an affirmative tap before carrying on with her massage. I move her hand to a different spot and she kisses the top of my head in acknowledgement.

My eyes droop, even Jude Law’s pretty smile not able to hold my attention anymore. There’s just warmth and darkness and the relentless rubbing going on on my lower belly. Two inches from my clit. I swallow, awareness suddenly thrumming through me. With the pain dialled down low, I’m able to concentrate on other bodily functions, functions that haven’t seen any action in far too long.

I feel bad as I start enjoying the massage in a different way, unbeknownst to Haz. It would only change things if I told her and, frankly, I don’t want these sensations to stop.

I keep my breathing level, enjoying the pull on my skin and the tingles it shoots further down. I’m so aware of the press of her thighs, the muscles flexing each time she shifts. With my eyes closed, I try to pretend she’s a guy but that just feels wrong. She’s Haz, a girl, and I don’t want her to be anyone else.

She dips lower unintentionally and my breath stutters. Couple more inches and she’ll be able to feel my wetness, to calm the ache that just won’t let up.

Almost reluctantly, I seize her wrist. ‘Okay, stop now. You’re just turning me on.’

Haz chuckles. ‘Good to know.’ She removes her hand, stroking it up and down my arm instead.

After a while, all the aches stop and I’m able to doze off. I’m vaguely aware of Elly turning up at some point, commenting on how cute we look all snuggled up, and Nic returning for her pills. Haz thanks her but I hear nothing from Nic in reply.

When I finally drift off to sleep that night, it’s to the abstracted thought that as well as Elly, I’d rather have sex with Haz over Tommy too.

CHAPTER 22

Tilda

Because of the freakout I have pretty much every time I think about going back to Portia House, Haz and Elly suggest we film the opening hospital scenes first. Which makes total sense in terms of chronology, I’ve just been hoping to put them off for preferably forever.

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