*Tobin POV*
When Ashley came back with the ice I had a silent word with myself and decided I would just see what happened. No point fussing over it. Just be myself and it would be fine.
God I hope so.
She gave me a nervous smile when she turned me over and started taping the ice to my foot.
"Thank you for going to get the ice.. I don't know why I didn't think to do it myself before. I guess I was distracted"
"Oh, um, no worries. It's my job!" she grinned at the end of the sentence, and somehow all of a sudden had her mojo back.
"Do you want a shoulder massage while your foot ices?" as soon as the words left her mouth I saw the internal cringe as she realised what she was insinuating.
I cut in before she could freak out and second guess. "That would be awesome thanks, my neck has been a bit off since sleeping in this hotel bed."
As she moved around behind me to kneel she held onto my shoulder to steady herself. I hoped she didn't massage my neck too much because if she did there's no way she won't feel my pulse going a hundred miles an hour.
She started softly before really getting into the knots.
"You don't foam roll your shoulders after your weight sessions do you?" she grinned.
"Ah, whoops?" I replied through a guilty giggle. I knew I needed to be better, but I mean I focus on my legs when I'm rolling so does it really matter? I know the answer but whatever, sue me.
She kept the massage going for another 10 minutes before I slipped into a relaxed trance.
After getting a cramp in one of her legs she readjusted, meaning her left leg was now pressed to my back and her hands were in a slightly different position.
As she continued kneeding the muscle my mind went places it shouldn't have and before I knew it a breathy moan had escaped.
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Magic Hands
FanfictionPlayers are always in close-quarters with the teams' support staff. But what happens when the relationships push the boundaries of professional interaction?
