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    â€œI’m waiting.” He settled his hands on his hips, all business.
    â€œI’m all sweaty and smelly,” she said uneasily. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted less than for him to touch her.
    â€œI know. I got you that way. And I’m still waiting.”
    â€œThat’s okay. I don’t need you to stretch me. I’m fine.”
    â€œWho’s the expert here? Now you’re fine. You won’t be tomorrow when all your muscles are screaming. Now lie down,” he repeated tersely, holding out his hand for her water bottle.
    â€œYou don’t need to go all tyrant. I was trying to do you a favor,” she mumbled, doing as he told her.
    â€œThanks for thinking of me,” he replied, having clearly heard her.
    Once she was settled on the mats, he spread her legs, and straddling one leg, he took hold of the other. Placing one hand on the heel of her sneaker and the other on her calf, he slowly began to raise her leg. When her leg was perpendicular to the floor, the hand that was previously on her foot moved lower to her calf. The hand that was on her calf moved and now rested on the back of her thigh. And then he increased the pressure.
    Holly wanted to remain unaffected. But he was towering over her, seemed all around her.
    â€œTry to relax. It won’t feel as uncomfortable if you don’t fight against it,” Logan said, feeling her tension.
    Relax? Holly thought. What is he, crazy? She hadn’t been touched by anyone in almost two years. Now Zeus was climbing all over her like she was Mount Olympus. His legs were firmly pressed up against both sides of her thigh to keep her leg on the mat from moving. His hand was an inch away from her backside. And her backside was mere inches away from her front side. She was still hot, but now in a completely different way. Fresh sweat broke out on her forehead. He gently pushed her leg farther.
    â€œBreathe into it,” he told her.
    She didn’t even know she was holding her breath. He pushed a fraction of an inch more with the hand on her thigh. It was uncomfortable, but nothing compared to the feeling of the pure electricity emanating from his splayed fingers.
    â€œBreathe, girl,” he ordered with a smile. “Like during takeoffs.”
    Holly took one look at the perfect dimples his smile created on his cheeks and let out all her pent-up air. He pushed a tiny bit farther, holding it for a few seconds. How the hell did he remember that? Those were the first words he ever said to her.
    â€œI have a great memory.” He read her mind as he stood. Then he bent her leg and, moving his hand to the bottom of her sneaker, pushed her knee toward her chest. “Damn, you’re flexible,” he remarked, pushing her knee up farther.
    â€œYou sound surprised.” She tried to sound casual. The sight of his exposed biceps flexing to maintain the pressure was making it next to impossible.
    â€œMore like impressed,” he replied before asking, “You okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”
    â€œSure. I’m fine.” She lied. Nothing actually hurt, but she couldn’t have been farther from okay.
    â€œYour face is red,” he said. “Keep breathing.”
    He took her bent knee and, after kneeling down next to her, shifted it over her other leg. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Applying equal pressure, Logan held her shoulder in place and pushed her bent leg downward toward the mat, stretching the entire side of her body. Holly thought she might perish from how wonderful it felt. She fought back the urge to squirm in ecstasy beneath him. He was so very close, masterfully holding her down from above. She could smell his skin, clean with a hint of expensive cologne. He looked down from his position over her and the dimples reappeared.
    â€œThis one is a crowd favorite,” Logan said.
    She was both disappointed and grateful when it ended and he