"Another one," I ordered from my position, kicked back on my sofa. 

Mia swerved her head towards me and gave me a look so daggered with hate that I was surprised she hadn't burst through a blood vessel. 

I bit the corner of my lips as I desperately controlled the urge not to laugh.

She was beyond pissed at me, and understandably so. Within the last fifteen minutes, I had made her fluff up my head pillow, get me a snack, and now I was yelling at her to hand feed me chocolate biscuits. I was well aware of how shitty I was acting, but I had to torture her a little bit otherwise she might realize this was my cheap way of getting to spend more time with her.

Okay, fine, and maybe also because I was a little into her feeding me...

  Fine, I was very much into her feeding me. I'm sorry, but it's practically impossible not to be a little bit turned on when a hot girl is hand-feeding you chocolates. Like, it's all sensual and shit.

With a teasing spark to my eyes, I waited for her to press the next one against my mouth.

 Giving me a vicious glare, she shocked me half to death by shoving it forcefully into my mouth. I let out a little shallow grunt in surprise before looking up at her with narrowed eyes.

"Don't choke me with it," I grumbled in warning, not at all too pleased with the idea of being suffocated with a biscuit.

Her lips pulled down into a miserable frown. "I don't see why I'm even doing this in the first place. How hard is it to just hold it yourself?" she cried with frustration.

 I was seconds away from pathetically whining at her to do it any way but then, I paused.

 Hand-feeding wasn't the only romantic activity I could make her do...

My lips twitched ever so slightly as a brilliant activity came to mind - that already had my heart rate skyrocketing. 

Narrowing my eyes in on her, I held back my smirk. "Fine if you are just going to complain. I can find something else for you to do," I said. 

Then not giving her a chance to reply, I flipped myself around on the sofa, so I was lying on my stomach. I spared her a look from the chair she still sat on. 

"Get up," I commanded, my voice coming out a lot calmer than I felt. 

Inside, I was jumping up and down like a giddy schoolgirl in anticipation of what was to come.

 She looked at me long and hard before her eyes narrowed into the tiniest of slits. "Why?" she asked cautiously.

"Just do it," I urged bossily, the excitement in me driving me to impatience.

She let out a long-depressed sigh as though humoring a hyperactive child and reluctantly rose to her feet. She stared down at me expectantly as she waited for more instructions.

 "Now crawl on top of me and give me a back massage," I ordered immediately, still miserably failing to hold back my smile.

"I'm not doing that kinky shit," she yelled in horror, her eyes resting on mine with visible disgust.

 Her words were so sharply cut with disdain that I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Despite my pained feelings, I shrugged it off. I needed to focus on the task at hand, which was convincing Mia Collins to climb on top of me.

"Need I remind you, Mia, that I can still call the police at any point," I said, giving her a pointed look. 

She froze upon these words, most likely taking my threat very seriously. Then her eyes softened in the way they always did when she was undoubtedly about to give into something.

My smile returned at full force, so overpacked with eagerness. 

Yes, I know; I'm well aware I'm a sad loser...

The thought of removing my shirt crossed through my head, but then I immediately dismissed it. There was no way I would physically be able to handle her massaging my naked back. The horny bastard in me would probably go into a cardiac arrest.

I cleared my throat as she drew closer. "Don't worry, I'll keep my top on. Don't want you getting too flustered," I chuckled.

Her eyes narrowed at my words, but she chose not to comment. 

Then at once, I felt her knee jab rather violently onto my back, and I tried not to wince. Clambering on her hands and knees, I felt her floral-scented shampoo wash over me as she climbed over me to get in position. 

God, she smelled good.

At the point where she was fully straddling me, my heart picked up rapidly like a love-struck fool.

  Stay calm, Ethan. Stay calm. Yes, Mia is sexy, and she is straddling you, but that's no reason to overreact, and there's absolutely no reason to get a boner.

The second that thought crossed my mind, I felt something twitch within my pants.

Shit.

Taking deep breaths, I tried to relax. I waited for her to lower herself down, so she was sitting on me, but it never came - instead, she kept her body weight resting high-up on her knees. It was without a doubt that she was trying to minimize as much contact between us as possible.

 Frustration ran through my chest from my selfish desire to want to be closer to her, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from asking her to sit down. If I told her that, it would definitely give my true intentions away.

"Start massaging already," I snapped impatiently, my bubbling eagerness driving forth my words. 

She let out a disgruntled sigh, and then soon enough her hands were on my shoulders, causing my lips to twitch up in satisfaction. My thoughts were robbed from me as she made soothing, gentle motions with her slender fingers to loosen up the knots within my muscles. 

And, fuck did it feel good.

Against my will, a deep sound of pleasure escaped through my lips from the delight of the sensation. I wish I could say it was because I was sore from practice, but I knew that wasn't the truth. 

The truth of the matter was simple – It felt good because Mia was doing it. 

And that coupled, with the fact that she was right on top of me, straddling me – led my mind into a dark avenue. An avenue that I shamefully visited all too often...

The vigor of her kneading grew stronger, and yet again, I couldn't prevent the sound that escaped through me. It didn't take long before my mind stripped her off her clothing, and a visual of her massaging me in only her underwear came to mind. She'd be wearing a lacy black lingerie set, actually scratch that red. 

Yeah, she'd definitely be wearing red...

I was vaguely aware of the shameless moans that were leaving my mouth, but I was way too far gone to care.

Suddenly, I felt Mia shift her weight, and before I knew it, she lowered her ass down onto my back. The heat of her body caused burning sparks to run up and down my spine and had my heart raging in my chest. 

I hadn't a clue why she was suddenly willing to make more bodily contact with me, but I sure as hell wasn't about to fucking complain about it. She could sit on me; any time and anyway she wanted. 

Completely relaxed now on top of me, Mia started to get deep into my shoulders. At this point, my boner was well and truly alive and was digging painfully into the sofa seat cushion. She shifted forward, and a beautiful wave of scent floated towards my nostrils, and it took every last depth of human restraint not to flip around and kiss her. 

Her elbow pressed to the center of my back, and she drew small yet firm movements into the muscles which again, had me shamefully moaning like a needy male porn star.

My mind soon gave up all abandon of control, and I went as bold to imagine Mia unsnapping her bra and slipping off her panties before returning to sit back on top of me- naked. 

Then with that beautiful visual in my head, I closed my eyes and focused on each and every delicious movement of her hands as they pressed into me.

"God, that feels amazing," I moaned breathlessly, in the hope of encouraging her to continue.

A high-pitched scream echoed around us, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. Mia and I both froze in position.

"What the actual fuck," a male's voice cried. 

My heart skyrocketed in panic, having a strong hunch about who had walked in. I crooked my neck to see who it was, but the back of the sofa was blocking my vision. Mia seemed to get a good look at whoever was there because a sharp gasp left her lips, and she all but hurled herself off of me, hitting the ground with a resounding crash. 

"Ouch," she hissed.

I hurriedly flipped onto my back to see what all the commotion was about, and the second I looked over the back of the sofa, I went deadly still. 

To my horror, I found both Lucas and my little-6-year-old brother stood before us. Lucas was staring at us with widened eyes and a parted jaw and had already taken the initiative to shield Dylan's eyes. 

My face burned in shame, and I darted my eyes around the room in a panic.

Lucas double blinked at me before making a very deliberate and pointed look towards my crotch. I followed his gaze and nearly died as I saw how high a tent I had pitched in my pants from all my shameful thoughts.

Never moving so fast in my life, I sat up sharply and grabbed the closest sofa cushion before placing it on my lap. 

Lucas's lips wobbled as though he was fighting back the urge to laugh in my face. And at that precise moment, I knew he was never going to let me live this down.

Lucas removed his hand from over Dylan's eyes and smiled down at him. "Why don't you go help yourself to a biscuit Dylan?" He said kindly. 

Dylan nodded his head eagerly and happily skipped off around the corner.

The second he was gone, Lucas turned back to face the two of us with his hands on his hips."If you guys want to practice your fucking porno, can you refrain from doing it in the presence of children and on the sofa? I eat there," he complained.

I rolled my eyes at him, knowing this was his cheap way of shaming me even more. Wasn't the fact I had pitched a tent in my pants the size of Mount Kili-fucking-manjaro embarrassing enough?

I stole a nervous glance towards Mia who still sat on the floor, wondering if she had noticed the predicament I was in. My heart rate struck up as I found her eyes resting on the cushion on my lap with furrowed brows. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Don't make the connection. Please, please don't make the connection. 

To my relief, her eyes drifted away from mine without a comment. Relieved that I was in the clear, I let myself relax a bit. Then, I quickly rushed for my brain to think of as many unarousing thoughts as possible in a desperate attempt to soften my boner.

As the image of my half-naked grandma came to mind, things rapidly started to die down.

Remembering Lucas's earlier complaint, I lightly cleared my throat. 

"Well, he wasn't there when we started, and I didn't know you guys were just going to walk in. Knock next time," I bit back, irritation shrouding my tone. 

I couldn't help but feel a little bitter that my sexy-massage session with Mia had been cut short. Who knows where things could have headed if Lucas hadn't shoved his nosy face into our business? Perhaps, she would have let us switch, and I could have had my fun massaging her...

My dick immediately twitched upward.

No, no, get back down. Naked thoughts of grandma. Naked thoughts of Grandma.

"We weren't practicing for a porno," Mia rushed out quickly before sending a heated glare my way, clearly mad at me for not correcting Lucas.

"It sure looked like it," Lucas piped up. 

Mia let out a cute little growl sound in frustration before grabbing a cushion near the edge of the sofa before lodging it towards Lucas's face. Anticipating it, he caught it easily enough and smiled back at her smugly.

"Nice try," Lucas snorted before lazily throwing the cushion back.

Mia glared at Lucas flatly before moving to stand up. She barely put any weight onto her leg at all before she hissed and fell sharply back to the floor.

 "Fuck," she cried.

Panic struck my chest, and I scanned over her figure methodologically from top to bottom for any sign of visible injury. 

"What's the matter?" I rushed out.

Before I could stop myself, I climbed off the sofa and knelt beside her, my anxiety draining the last of my arousal away. 

 She blinked back at me, looking a little startled at my swift change in behavior.

She swallowed and nodded her head downward. "I think I must have hurt my ankle when I fell," she said, her hand gripping onto her ankle tightly.

My eyes instantly zeroed in on the affected area, and I leaned forward despite all the voices in my head screaming that this was not how enemies acted. 

Gently guiding her hand away, I reached for the hem of her sock before slowly pulling it off. I immediately noticed the reddish-purplish coloring of her skin, and the area already looked as though it was showing signs of swelling. 

Reaching out, I applied a firm yet empathetic pressure to the bony ridge of her ankle and then moved over to the soft dented part before applying pressure there also. They were the instructions I saw noted down in a sports injury science article I was reading the other night.

Lifting my head, I returned my eyes to her soft brown ones. "Did any of that hurt?" I asked. 

There was a moment of silence before she answered, the way she was looking at me intense yet distracted. She never looks at me like that – ever. 

 The look soon vanished to nothing, and she nodded her head ever so lightly. "Yeah, the second time you pressed. It hurt," she replied her voice still sounding kind of distant.

"Okay, I think it's probably just a sprain then. Even though it looks swollen, I don't think it's broken as it didn't hurt when I pressed on the bone," I explained, reciting what I had learned from the article. 

When all she did was stare with deeply furrowed eyebrows, I continued. "But I can still take you to the hospital if you'd like?" I offered, a smile slipping through my lips before I could stop it.

Again, the look from before returned at full-force and she stared all over my face with a mixture of fascination and confusion - her eyes, lingering on features of mine I'd never seen her care to look at before.

She swallowed once again. "No, it's fine; I don't think that's necessary," she rambled out. Then she did something that shocked me altogether – she smiled. 

At me...

And as silly as it sounded, I genuinely wished I could drag that second out forever.

I nodded my head causally despite how flustered I felt. Then scanning over her helpless figure on the floor, my heart softened, figuring she must be uncomfortable on the floor. 

I shuffled closer to her, and before I could stop myself, I tucked my hands carefully under her waist and knees before lifting her to my chest.

 She let out a rather heavy breath in surprise as I rose to my feet with her tucked in my arms.

The scent of her shampoo, or soap or whatever it was that smelled so good, hit me like a wave, and I selfishly held her closer to my chest than I really needed to.

 Bending down, I gently lowered her onto the sofa as carefully as I could. Then fluffing up a sofa cushion, I wedged it under her ankle so it would get the correct elevation.

My eyes scanned over the swollen ankle and then back to her eyes. "I'll go get you some ice," I said softly.

 Ignoring the intensity in which she was looking at me, I turned around and hurried towards the kitchen. Not prepared for the teasing, I didn't even look at Lucas, who was with no doubt making stupid facial expressions at me.

I flipped open the freezer door and easily located an ice-pack. Due to frequent mini sports injuries I had gotten over the years, my mum had stored up on a ridiculous amount of them to be cautionary.

As I closed the fridge door, I stifled a snort as I saw Dylan from across the kitchen counter with his chubby hand shoved deep within the cookie jar. 

I shook my head at him before making my way back out of the room. I knew it wasn't wise to leave Lucas alone with Mia for too long, considering how much of a blabbermouth he was.

 It must have been able two weeks ago that he blurted out, and I quote: 'Huh, you're awfully mean to me, Ethan. Perhaps, you're also mean to other people that you secretly like.'

And in case you were wondering, he called that out in a crowded lunch hall at the exact moment Mia walked past our table. 

He might as well have written 'I am madly in love with Mia Collins,' bang smack across my forehead. He promised me six years ago that he would never tell her directly, but that didn't stop him from dropping the most humungous of hints at any opportunity he could.

I walked back into the living room and found the two of them engaged in some kind of conversation, but it swiftly dissolved upon my arrival.

"Hey, I got your ice," I said as I made my way over to her side. 

Her eyes met mine, and I tried my best to not let them distract me instead I focused on placing the ice-pack down as tentatively as I could onto her ankle.

Once it was in place, I resisted the urge to ask if she wanted to lay her head in my lap; and instead flopped down onto the sofa opposite her.

There were several moments of silence as everyone just stared at each other. My eyes then landed on Lucas, who was rudely helping himself to my remaining chocolate biscuits.

 I narrowed my eyes in on him. "Come, to think of it, why the fuck are you here, Lucas?" I asked abruptly. I distinctly remember giving him clear and specific instructions not to show up and ruin things for me.

Lucas put a hand on his chest, mocking being hurt. "A bit rude. If you must know, I asked your mum if I could pick Dylan up from school today. I've missed the little guy," Lucas explained with an easy smile.

I blinked then blinked once again as I processed the full extent of how badly Lucas had fucked up my plan.Before I got a chance to mouth my threats over to Lucas, I heard the sound of light footsteps bouncing down the hallway.

Dylan came into view, and instead of running over to me like I suspected him to, he ran right over to Mia.

"Hi, my name is Dylan. Who are you?" he announced confidently with that cute, confident grin of his. I couldn't stop my smile, getting a weird kind of satisfaction out of watching them interact.

Mia returned his smile, the action lighting up her whole face. "My name is Mia. I'm Ethan's," she hesitated and looked over to me. "Er...friend," she finally finished, the light in her eyes dimming a little. 

The look scorched me, hating that she could barely stomach calling me her friend. I knew that's what I wanted, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Oh. I'm a bit confused then," Dylan said, his little eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I snickered at his cuteness.

"Why are you, confused little buddy?" I said, smiling down at him.

"I just thought she didn't like you because you guys were fighting. She looked like she was winning," Dylan explained with a little giggle.

I immediately froze, realizing how bad that sounded and if my mum heard him describe it like that I would be certifiably screwed. 

I was going to have to do some serious damage control. 

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Author's Note: 

Yay, that's chapter eight done, hope you enjoyed. I hope the massage scene lived up to your hopes. I was kind of feeling the pressure because I could tell lots of people were looking forward to it lol. But yeah, what are people's thoughts? Officially scared of Ethan's pervy-ness, perhaps?

Anyway, hope to share a new chapter with you as soon as you can and thanks for all your support. xx