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you have kissed her? How hard could it be?”
    Kyle looked up at him. “I was scared, okay?” He dragged his clothes closer.
    He dropped down at his side. “Scared of what?”
    “Of caring too much, wanting too much, hurting people.”
    Marc pulled the clothes from his hands. “We need to go and speak to Indie before she packs her stuff and sneaks off thinking we’re both bastards. I’m not but you are.”
    He balled up their clothes and Indie’s underwear and sandals and yanked Kyle to his feet. “I don’t care if you don’t kiss me, but fucking well kiss her. Right?”
    Pain burned though his leg as if fire ants crawled along his veins. His muscles screamed at him. He limped along, his palms sweaty, and his breathing shallow. He hadn’t had a panic attack in a long time but verged on one now as black waves rolled over him, crushing him, drowning him. As they reached Orchid Villa, the door opened and Indie stood silhouetted, her bag in her hand.
    “Pine…apple,” she blurted and his heart just about burst open.
    “You’re not going anywhere this time of night,” Marc said. “Can we come in? Idiot here needs to explain himself.”
    Kyle wasn’t sure he could stand any longer. His leg gave way and he staggered. Thank God strong arms reached out to stop him falling.
    “What’s wrong?” Marc wrapped his arms around him.
    “Bring him inside,” Indie said and moved out of the way. “Help him onto the bed.”
    “Stop trying to do everything on your own,” Marc said. “Lean on me.”
    The moment they reached the bed, he collapsed face down and pressed his face into the pillow so they couldn’t see his expression.
    “Don’t put the light on,” he gasped.
    “Do you need anything?” Marc asked. “Painkillers? A bag of frozen peas? A kiss?”
    He stiffened and then bit his lip as the muscles in his thigh cramped. And then hands touched him, small soft hands, sliding up and down his leg.
    “Be careful,” Marc said. “He’s had a bad injury.”
    “I’m a physiotherapist,” Indie said. “Want to get the lotion out of the bathroom and we can help him together.”
    He clenched his fists under the pillow. Hurts . Tears formed in his eyes, and he shut them tight. No one would ever see him cry. But he could feel the wetness creeping down his cheeks, sinking into the pillow.
    “Squirt it on both legs,” Indie said.
    He moaned when the cool liquid trickled onto his skin.
    “Copy me,” she said quietly. “You’ll be able to do it for him then when this happens. We need to warm up the tissue first.”
    He swallowed hard as they pressed and massaged his muscles from his heels to his backside. As one sort of pain retreated, and another type of ache started, his cock began to harden, and he willed it to stop. Like that would work.
    “Slowly,” she said.
    He bit back his cry as she found the spot in the middle of his thigh, the core of his pain, and as the agony surged along his spine all the way to his head, his cock deflated.
    “How did the accident happen?” she asked.
    He sensed Marc open and then close his mouth.
    “Were you both there?”
    “Yes. Kyle doesn’t like to talk about it.”
    Can’t talk about it.
    “Maybe you should,” she said. “It’s as if you’re pretending it didn’t happen, just like the injury. How can you hope to get better if you don’t get to the source of what’s wrong?” She exhaled. “Sorry. What do I know? All I do is persuade muscles to behave.”
    “Do you have any thumb screws?” Marc asked. “I think I’ve tried everything else, but he clams up if I talk about it.”
    I am here , he wanted to shout but the words stayed locked in his head.
    “I’m going to press a bit deeper now,” she said. “You keep doing what you’re doing on his other leg.”
    He grunted as she used her thumbs to separate the muscles on the back of his thigh, tormenting his damaged hamstring, but under her slow, deep, sure strokes he felt his body begin to relax, and the