“I’ll do it myself,” said Jasper. He couldn’t let her do it, or something in him might snap. That was why he took a cold shower: so he could keep his fire in check. He didn’t want her stoking it again.
“No. I’ll do it,” Willow protested. There was no way he could reach his back easily.
Jasper couldn’t win, so he let her do whatever she wanted. Willow skipped the Q-tip and poured the salve over her hand. She rubbed her hands together to warm the salve up and massaged Jasper’s bruises.
The moment her hand touched his back, Jasper tensed up. All he could think of was her hand against his skin.
“Tell me if it hurts. The captain said I have to do this for the salve to work. Hold it in, alright?” said Willow.
There was no need to hold in any pain. Willow’s strength was too minor to cause any pain. It was then Willow realized that Jasper had a big back, and his muscles were really taut. They were hard to the touch and a little bumpy.
Once she was done, Jasper had a film of sweat glistening on his forehead. Willow had just stoked his flame of desire, and it was burning hot. “Done? I’ll get some fresh air.” Jasper stood up and left the room.
Willow put the salve away for the next day. The team leader summoned her for a meeting to sort out the leads they found so they could locate the artifact’s location. She came to the conference room, and Winston asked her to take the main spot, which she humbly gave back to him.
She sat beside him, and an excited Winston said, “Good news, Willow. We just went through the leads we found, and there’s a map in this box you collected. They indicate where the leads are scattered around in this zone.”
“Really? That’s great news! So, can we find more clues now?” Willow said in delight. So that fall was a blessing in disguise.
“Yes. We can start our investigation, and through GPS, pinpoint the area where the ship sank.”
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