OLIVIA

I think I broke my back. Well, maybe it's not broken, but it's definitely bruised. It hurts so fucking bad I can barely move.

I was at practice when my stunt partner, Flynn, was holding me with one arm while I was practicing my bow and arrow pose. Flynn stepped over his feet, tripping, and down I went beside him. My spotter couldn't catch me in time either, as I went sideways, not backward. I landed partially on my back and partially on my hands. My hands had carpet burns from the floor, and I was immediately sent to the trainer to get looked at.

Devin said nothing felt or looked broken. It was just going to be a big bruise. He handed me a bag of ice and some ointment for the burns and sent me home.

I've been lying on my stomach for thirty minutes while the ice lays on my back. My roommates freaked out when they saw me fall, but I assured them I'd survive. I left, and they stayed with protest.

I hear the door slam and feet running down the hall. Bella is the first one through my door, "Oh my God. Liv. Are you okay?" She lifts the ice from my back and gasps, "Oh my. Liv. This looks horrible."

"Thanks," I sarcastically answer back.

Sadie and Jada hover next to her as they inspect my back. "Fuck," Jada mutters. "You need anything?"

"Tequila. It hurts like a bitch."

"Are you serious? Cause we can go get a bottle," Bella says with a smile. I shake my head, deciding I don't need it.

"Sadie sits on the edge of my bed and moves hair from my ear, "Flynn feels horrible. He was crying."

I frown, "Tell him I'll survive. It could have been a lot worse." It could have been like the time we hooked up. That was worse than this.

"Okay, just let us know if you need anything."

"Okay. Thanks for checking on me. Please go shower. You all smell."

"Are you going to be able to shower? You don't smell the freshest either," Bella says, earning a glare from me.

"Yeah, I'll go after you. Save me some hot water." She nods, and I'm left alone in my room. I lay back down and closed my eyes, waiting to hear the shower stop so I could head in.

I know tomorrow is going to be hell once my back tightened and my bones settled. I probably should skip classes. That would be the best idea. I'll go to the training room tomorrow and ice to get the inflamed skin down.

Bella shouts down the hall that she's out of the shower, and then I climb out of bed to take mine.

Bending down to take my shorts off hurts like a bitch. I can hardly take my socks off. Tears swell in my eyes as I lean against the wall, trying to get them off.

I whimper when I step into the shower, and the hot water hits my rugburns and burns my body. It feels like I'm on fire. Everything hurts. 

I push my hands against the wall as the water feels like fire on my body. I wash my sweat-soaked hair, and it's the easiest thing I've done tonight. My arms will be sore tomorrow. There were a few burns on the tip of my shoulders as well. I'm able to wash my body, rubbing my loofah gently around the bruises that battered my body. I can't bend to wash my legs; I'll have to skip that for today.

I get out and dry the top half of my body; I can't bend for the lower half. God, this is torture. Fucking Flynn.

I don't bother putting on clothes because I'll probably sleep naked. It seems the easiest than tugging on clothes.

There's a knock on the door. The others have already gone to bed, and Sadie may still be in the shower. It's probably one of my teammates checking on me.

I walk to the door and throw it open, almost face-palming myself at who it is, "Shit. I'm sorry, I forgot what day it is."

Colby Jones grins, script in hand, as he stares at my body wrapped in a towel, "Yeah, I don't have your number, so we can't really talk."

"Well, come in. I just need to put clothes on." He follows me into my bedroom, and makes him comfortable on my bean bag chair.

I wasn't planning on putting clothes on. Fuck. How am I going to get underwear on?

I glance over to Colby, who is watching me stand in front of my dresser. "Can you like not look?"

He grins, his cheeks turning a little pink, "Nothing I haven't seen before, Angel."

Now I blush, "You weren't supposed to see me that time either." I think about it all the time. His eyes were on my body. He's in my room now and could touch me if he wanted. I'd let him. I'd let him do anything. "Now look away." He laughs and looks out the window while I drop my towel.

I open the drawer for a t-shirt, grabbing one to throw over my head. Fingers graze along my back, touching my bruise, and I jump, "Colby," I squeal, pushing myself against the dresser. He smells like backwoods and whiskey, and I can't help but breathe him in.

"Olivia, what happened to you?" He growls in my ear as his hands graze over the bruises.

I rest my hands against the dresser to calm myself down. His hands are on me. I'm butt-ass naked. Why didn't I get dressed somewhere else? Fuck. I can feel myself slicked between my legs thinking about it. "I was dropped tonight."

I wince as his finger presses on my back, "This looks fucking horrible. Are you okay? Is anything broken?"

I still don't turn or move. My hands stay placed on the dresser. "Um, I think I got lucky. Nothing broken. It's just some bad bruising. My partner dropped me in a stunt." Suddenly, I feel awkward standing here. I realize this isn't a fantasy of mine, and I'm naked in front of a guy I barely know.

I go to my underwear drawer and pull a pair out. "Colby?" I ask as I can still feel him watching me, though his hands are gone.

"Yeah?"

"I know this is weird, but can you help me put my underwear on? I can't bend down."

He chuckles, "Yeah. I can do that." I wish I could see his face, but I don't want him to see mine. I'll do something terrible if I turn around.

He plucks the thong from my fingers, and I hope he's not judging my choice of underwear. I only wear thongs unless I'm on my period. They're just the most comfortable, and I hate underwear lines. I feel him bend down, and I seriously hope he doesn't look up, or he will see this situation is making me wet.

He taps my ankle so I can lift my foot off the floor. He slips the white lace inside my leg and does the same with the other. "I've never helped a woman dress before. It's always the other way around," he jokes.

"It's always good to learn new things," I reply through my gritted teeth. He slides it up my legs, his fingers grazing along my body. I wonder if he can feel how tense I am. I wonder if he's hard. Can he feel the tension between us? He pulls it up to my waist and lets it go with a snap, making me jump.

"Do you need to put ointment on the burns?" He asks, gently scraping his finger over one.

I bite my lip. I mean, he's here. He may as well help me. "Do you mind?"

"Yeah, is this it on your desk?"

"Yes," I say, still not wanting to turn towards him. I can't put a shirt on. There's no point. I'll have to take it off for the ointment.

"Here, come lay on your bed." I snatch the shirt and hold it up to my breasts for comfort. He laughs, "Olivia, I've seen plenty of boobs before. It doesn't bother me."

"Shut up. This is awkward, and you know it." He laughs again as I lay on my stomach. I don't even want to think about how red my face is now. I will have to transfer if anyone finds out about this, especially if any of my roommates find out. I'd never be able to live this down.

The moment his fingers touch my back with the coldness of the ointment, I shiver. Colby lightly rubs it in, and I seriously try to keep myself together. Whatever you do, Olivia, don't moan. This will get even more awkward. So what if Colby Jones is basically giving me a massage while I only wear underwear?

The moment his fingers leave my skin, I almost beg him to put them back on. It felt rather nice. Maybe I just haven't had a man touch me in a while.

He dips off the bed and walks in front of me, sitting back down on the bean bag, "You wanna read, or are you not in the mood for it tonight?"

I shake my head, "We can read a few scenes. That's fine." He grabs the script off my desk and hands it to me. I watch his eyes flicker to my ass and down to the crease in my breasts that he can see. 

"Can we like keep what just happened to ourselves?"

He chuckles, "Of course. I wasn't gonna say anything to anyone. My friends might hit me for not making a move." He turned around and looked out the window, where I saw him adjust himself in his sweatpants. Ha. He is horny. At least it's not just me.

My cheeks burn as I flip to where we left off in class yesterday and begin to read. The way we read almost feels like we were actually speaking to each other.

"Good night, Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say "Good Night" till it be morrow."