“No, it is.” He lets a little of that discomfort I saw in flashes settle over his features. “My back is tight. I meant to roll it out after practice, but I was in a hurry to get to The Hideout and hang out with my girlfriend before I knew she was going to blow me off.” I laugh. “Turn over.” He hesitates, but when I motion for him to flip, he does. Lying on his stomach, I inch forward until my knees rest against his hip. I press my hands to his back. “Here?” “Little higher.” I adjust.
