“Basically, your entire back and lower extremities are wound up tight. Seems like you’re desperately in need of release, in more ways than one.” My brows shoot up, fists clenching at my sides. “Harper,” I warn. “Oh, not . . . not that kind of release.” She’s avoiding my gaze, cheeks flushing the lightest shade of peach. “Although, that might not hurt, either. Just maybe don’t top anyone for a while. Could be bad for your recovery.”
