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on the floor.”
    I move on quickly to distract him. He obliges, but he has clearly slumped forward with his shoulders rolling down and forward.
    “Please, call me Lucca. You make me sound like an old man.”
    He’s anything but an old man. I’d say a very fit, handsome young man, in fact.
    “Lucca, I would like you to lie on the bed, face up with your feet pointing towards that wall. Would you like a pillow or neck support”? I kindly ask.
    “No, I’m good, thanks. What’s the prognosis, Doc?”
    I smile. “I’m not finished yet.”
    For a brief few seconds, I lose the stranger danger vision and let myself do my work. I know I will have to make hand to skin contact, and let’s face it, this man is a God; a sexy, handsome vision of male perfection.
    “I need to lift your legs one at a time with your knees bent to check the flexibility and mobility in your lumbar area of your spine.”
    He looks up at me standing at the side of the bed, then reaches up and touches my hand. “I trust you.”
    Oh Lord, I wish he wouldn’t use that word. It really is a sore point for me. I feel my throat constricting again. No, no, no, I can do this, I must stay strong. My heart is throbbing, my head is throbbing, and my sensitive area is betraying me by throbbing along with them again. It’s like a girl band of three beating together.
    Throbbing.
    OH HOLY SHIT.
    I move quickly and position myself over the bed. I’m getting warm ... hot ... oh, for crying out loud, I’m having a hot flush! Is that normal at twenty-six years of age? He looks adorable just lying there gazing up at me...
    Please don’t be so adorable, and please stop feathering those amazing lashes! In addition, quit with the sexy Italian words!
    Composure. That is what I need. I take a deep breath and place my hands on his skin just under his right kneecap.
    Oh, good Lord.
    I feel a wave of electricity travel through my meridian system. Is this possible? My mind is screaming no, and my heart is crushing, but my hands seem to enjoying the contact. I need to make this quick or I will be entering panic station number three of the day—not what one needs before having to speak to Granny about a certain matter.
    Fuck!
    File under A for Another. Another matter that I’d love to forget about.
    Looking briefly at Lucca, I notice his eyes are alive—big, wide, and excitable. They look even more crystal-clear if that’s even possible under those feathered long lashes. He parts his mouth again and raises the corner of his lip on one side, showing that sexy dimple on his cheek. Fuck, it’s distracting. It’s sweet, and makes him look even more handsome and painfully attractive.
    I push his knee in toward his chest, and he lets out a huge puff of breath.
    “Just relax.” I soften my voice to suggest I will be gentle.
    “I’m not doing very well here, am I?”
    “You’re doing great.”
    I push his knee to the side, allowing his strong, muscly legs to open and move away from his body. His hips open and rotate, then I reverse the movement and cross his knee in the other direction. I lean onto the side of his leg and use my body weight to gently rock it down. He hitches his breath in his throat when my chest leans on the side of his leg, but I don’t believe it is through pain.
    He is aroused...Fuck.
    Bloody pervert.
    I repeat this several times, mentally singing a melody to distract me, then do the same on the other side, ignoring his obvious hard-on. I ask Lucca a serious of questions relating to the injury and try to distract him while I apply more pressure and manoeuvre him in various ranges of movement and stretches to get a sense of his mobility and hopefully quash his arousal.
    “Are you experiencing any leg pain, shooting sensations down the backs of your legs or pressure across your gluteus medias?”
    “No nothing there.”
    “This is good. You’re not experiencing sciatica, so the pain is held in your lower back and easier to manage.”
    I feel somewhat