“I could really use a massage,” I say, cutting her off. “It feels super tight.”
“All right, we can start there.” Opening the door to one of the rooms, she takes a step back. “You know the drill. I’ll give you a few minutes and I’ll be in shortly.”
“I don’t know, I might need some help.” Smirking, I pretend I can’t lift my arm as I step into the room. “It’s hard to even move.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Chuckling, she shakes her head. “I’ll give you ten minutes instead of five then.” Gil closes the door quickly, but there’s a sexy little grin on her face.
I can’t help but flirt with her. Her bright blue eyes sparkle, with small flakes of silver that glow when the light hits them just right. She’s beautiful, and when I make her giggle like that, bringing a smile to her lips, it makes me feel invincible. It gives me exactly the boost I need to do what I’m planning to do.
I quickly undress and lay on the bed covered up with the sheet. My pulse is quickening as I wait for her to come in. It doesn’t take long to hear the gentle knock.
“Come on in,” I say.
“Let’s loosen you up.”
Gil stands at my side and pours oil into the palm of her hand. She rubs the oil all over her hands and between her fingers, warming it up, and my skin screams in anticipation for her touch. Those fingers, so long and delicate, but so strong. When she finally touches me, I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in. She starts to move her fingers over my shoulder, digging the tips into the muscle. “Wow, you really are tense.” She has no idea.
“Yeah, well, things aren’t exactly going well lately.”
“Why not? What’s wrong?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Well, I can tell it’s more than complicated. You wear your stress in your body too, and your muscles aren’t this tight just from the exercises I gave you. So, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on is my life is about to get torn in two.”
Gil’s hands stop kneading and she takes a step back. “Are you okay?”
I can hear the concern in her voice, so I push up on my arms and turn to face her.
“I’m fine, it’s just I found out I might not be staying much longer. There’s a good chance I’ll have to head back to Canada.”
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Because my work visa is expiring, and with this injury, no other team has jumped in to sign me yet.”
“But you can’t leave yet. We just got started with your therapy. Leaving early could really hurt your healing process, and your shoulder might not get better at all. You’d never be able to play again if we don’t get this fixed now.”
“What am I supposed to do? I can’t just stay in the country illegally. That’s not how it works.”
“There’s got to be something you can do.” She fumbles with her bottom lip, and stares at me with wide eyes. “I’m sure there’s something. You can’t get an extension?”
“Not if I’m not working. They’re pretty strict on the work piece of the work visa.”
“Point taken. And there’s nothing else you can do?”
Should I try?
I’m a little nervous, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but what do I have to lose? Nothing.
If I don’t do anything, I’m going to lose it all anyway.
“Well there is one thing. . .” Pausing, I arch a brow and wait for her to ask.
“Okay, what?”
“If I get married. . .” My voice trails off, hoping she puts the pieces together.
“Oh,” she says, with surprise in her voice, “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. Well if your girlfriend—”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Gil’s brows fold in and she tilts her head. “Then that can’t work out. You don’t have anyone to marry.”
“Well, not necessarily. . .” I say, looking up at her confused eyes.
“I’m lost here. Who will you marry?”
“Maybe you and I can get married?” I finally suggest.
Immediately she laughs out loud and drops her head. “You’re funny, Ryon. Married. . .” she says, still laughing.
“I am serious,” I say, holding the sheet in place as I swing my legs off the table. “If we get married, I can stay without any issues. No one can send me back to Canada, I’ll be able to keep up with my therapy, and not abandon the life I’ve worked to build here.”
“Are you really serious? You want me to marry you?”
Nodding, I stand up straight. The sheet sticks to my hips and wraps around my cock. Her eyes drop to my waist, growing as large as saucers. And I like it, I like the look on her face. She’s enticed, she’s excited, she’s in awe.
“Obviously it would just be on paper. I know it’s asking a lot, but you’d be my savior.” I take a step closer and lick my lips. Her eyes haven’t left my dick, so I give my hips a little jerk. Gil inhales a sharp breath as she lifts her eyes to mine and realizes just how close I actually am.
“What do you think?” I ask her as she drops her eyes to the floor and lets out the breath she’s been holding in. Reaching out my hand, I gently grip her chin and tip her head up. “Will you help me?”
She’s quiet. Very, very quiet. Her fingers are playing with her lips, and she’s staring right at me. Except, she’s not staring at me, she’s staring through me, thinking, running my words through her head. I wish I could peak inside and know what she was thinking. Clenching my jaw, I just wait for her to speak. I’ve said enough, and I already know I’m asking too much of her. Why would she ever agree to something like this?
It’s a crazy request, but it never hurts to ask. I want to stay in the United States so badly, and deeper down, in a place where it’s hard to admit it, I know I also want to get closer to Gil.
“All right,” she finally says, swallowing hard. “I’ll do it. I’ll help you.”
“Wait, you will?” I ask, my tone full of surprise.
“Yeah, I will. I’ll marry you so you can stay. But,” she quickly interjects, “it’s only because I want to help you heal. I can’t do that if you’re not here, and I don’t want you to lose the opportunity to be part of your comeback story. I mean, when I get you back on the field, people will know my name.”
“Thank you, thank you so much.” Releasing the sheet, I grab her hands and smile. The sheet slips off my hips, and pools around my feet, exposing my dick.
Her gaze dips down, and her breathing increases. Gil covers her mouth and clears her throat as she throws her eyes to the ceiling.
“Um,” she hums as she points down. “You uh, might want to. . .”
“I know, but there’s no shame here, baby. Besides, aren’t you curious what you’re future husband is packing anyway?”
She thins her lips and chuckles nervously. “Fake husband. Don’t get any ideas, Ryon, because you’ll be sadly let down if you think I’m going to sleep with you. I’m going above and beyond as your physical therapist, but that’s our relationship. Patient and therapist. That’s all.”