Two days had passed since the massage incident, and the air between Diego and me had turned into a charged, invisible wire.
He hadn't mentioned the unfinished game in his suite, nor had I. But every time his green eyes caught mine across the tactical room or the training grounds, that wicked, knowing curve of his lips told me everything I needed to know.
And sometimes, I would send a smug grin to his way, getting a raised eyebrow from hum. He still thought he’d won that round. He had no idea I had settled the score on the bathroom floor.
But in the end, who was I kidding? I still had to face reality that self-pleasure was still miles behind from having the real thing.
My muscles had healed completely, fully restored thanks to the combination of Diego's medicinal oils and my wolf's r
