He said nothing as I moved up onto his shoulders, not even groaning with pleasure as I worked the heavy muscles.
I sat back on his butt. “Oh, this is a waste of time.”
“Me, you mean.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement, a statement that wrung my heart because I knew he truly believed he wasn’t worth any woman’s time and trouble.
“No, not you. I meant it’s a waste of time massaging your shoulders when you are lying there tense as a bowstring. I want to help you, Walker, I really do. But you have to unbend enough to meet me halfway. Either relax and enjoy this, or go back to your own tent.”
He went perfectly still under me for a couple of seconds. I held my breath, unsure of whether the barriers he’d erected around his heart would cause him to reject me, but after a few moments in
