Page 25 of Wild For You
“We’re going to do calf stretches, and I want to make sure you can hold your weight.”
Gritting my teeth, I stood to my full height and gently shifted my weight back and forth. “I’m fine.”
“Perfect. Let’s go stand by the wall over there.” She pointed toward the wall with the portraits, and she assisted me in walking over.
Once I was in the position she wanted, one leg slightly in front of the other, Kelsey stood behind me with her hands on the calf of my injured leg. I bent my front knee while I kept my back leg straight, nearly ringing my face up against the wall.
Kelsey ran her hand up and down my leg as I held the stretch for thirty seconds. I closed my eyes as I tried to ignore the heat building inside me from her touch.
“Good. You can release it,” she commanded as I returned to the original position. “How did that feel?”
My cock wanted to tell her that it felt fan-fucking-tastic, but my brain thought better of it.
“It was fine.”
Her smile dropped, and she went about picking up the things we used.
“You don’t have to clean up right away,” I said, trying to break the tension in the air.
Kelsey’s smile returned, and she looked up at me from where she kneeled on the floor.
“It’s fine. Plus, I have a few different things to try tomorrow. My plan is to make you enjoy this by the end of the week.”
Fuck if she wasn’t anything but persistent.
And as the rest of the week continued, she put me through my paces. By Friday, I could tell by a single glimmer in her eye or smirk on her lips that she was enjoying the torture.
As much as I hated the routines, because they truly were agonizing and left me in pain and exhausted by the end, I noticed a significant change in my knee. Despite needing to continue wearing the brace, I could put more weight on the leg without feeling like I would faint.
Which meant everything Kelsey was doing was working. And I didn’t quite hate admitting it to her when she asked.
Chapter Seven – Andrew
The sound of the curtain grommets scratching across the rod was a noise I was becoming all too familiar with. Unwillingly used to. Even after three weeks, I anticipated the commotion at 6:00 a.m.—the time Kelsey determined I needed to wake up. She often used the phrase “Early bird gets the worm.”
Little did she know 6:00 a.m. was sleeping in for me. My normal mornings at the farm began at four or five. I blamed the meds I took. Kelsey refused to let me skip them. After the first day of back stretches, I knew why. I’d nearly cried during the process.
But I was dreading today. My little ball of terror had decided we’d start a new round of exercises her ex-coworker, Jackson, had drummed up. She mentioned it the night before, when she saw that some of my swelling started to go down.
“Good morning, sunshine!”
Grabbing the pillow next to me, I placed it on my face and held it down with my arm. “Kill me now,” I mumbled into the squishy mound.
“Aw, don’t say that.” Not a second later, the pillow was pulled off my face, and I stared up at the woman who was becoming far too comfortable in my presence.
“Why are you so chipper in the morning? Not even Nash likes to wake up early.”
I watched as she shrugged and went to my dresser to pull out clothing for me.
“My dad and I used to always wake up early to watch the sunrise. I guess it’s just a habit I never grew out of. Plus, I don’t need much sleep to get by.”
“Must be nice to be young,” I told her, remembering our conversation the other night about our difference in age. She was barely twenty-six, the same age as my little sister, Aspen.
“Or maybe it’s because I can’t wait another second more to see your growly face. Now, let’s get dressed and then get started. I made you a protein shake this morning.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” I scoffed as I pulled on my T-shirt she brought over. Dressing was starting to get easier, and so were my movements. Kelsey still had to help with anything that required me to bend my leg, but that was becoming easier as well.
The doctor allowed me to start using the crutches last week, and I wasfinallygetting used to them. The best part was not having to get Kelsey’s assistance when I needed to use the restroom.
