  &quot;Ahhhhhh.&quot;
  &quot;Oh yeahhhhhhhh.&quot;
  &quot;Harder!&quot;
  &quot;Faster!&quot;
  &quot;Ah fuck.&quot;
  &quot;You've got to stop moaning like that. If someone were to hear you, they might get the wrong idea.&quot; Ethan said, while his hands worked magic on my bare skin.
  &quot;I know. But you're making me feel so good. I can't help it.&quot; I said as my fingers bunched up the bedsheets.
  &quot;At least don't be so loud!&quot; Ethan panicked, visibly embarrassed.
  I chuckled. &quot;Okay, I'll try. You keep up what you're doing.&quot;
  After we had dinner and decided to go to our cabin, Ethan noticed my neck and back muscles were still sore so he offered to massage it for me and that was why I couldn't stop moaning. He could be a good masseur.
  &quot;Does it hurt?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah a little.&quot;
  Ethan kept massaging my back and neck for a long time after which

  I licked my lips, trying to concentrate. &quot;My point is that they are definitely hiding something from everyone. Did Heather ever mention anything about Olivia to you?&quot;
  &quot;No. But why wouldn't she tell you? You two are a lot closer that she is to me.&quot;
  &quot;I don't know.&quot;
  We fell into a silence although both our minds were in chaos over what could possibly be wrong with Olivia Rivera.
  &quot;Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe...they are seeing each other?&quot;
  &quot;Really? I don't think so. I don't think Olivia is into girls. She's always dated boys.&quot;
  &quot;She might be bisexual. Heather also dated and slept with men all this time because she was forcing herself to like men because of her mother.&quot;
  &quot;That could be a possibility. Oh my God, why didn't Olivia tell me?&quot;
  &quot;She must be have been worried over how yo

  &quot;Are you okay?&quot; I asked as I looked down at Ethan who was holding his leg.
  &quot;My foot's stuck.&quot; He hissed. &quot;It's hurting a lot.&quot;
  &quot;Wait.&quot; I carefully made my way toward him and saw that his foot was stuck between two rocks. &quot;I'll move the rock.&quot;
  I bent over the two closely placed rocks blocking his foot and pulled away the smaller one.
  Ethan's foot was freed but he was in pain.
  &quot;I think it's sprained.&quot; He said. I placed his foot on a rock and took off his shoe and socks. A small lump was starting to form on his ankle and the area looked tender to touch.
  &quot;Try to move it little.&quot;
  He did as I told. &quot;Ah, fuck.&quot;
  &quot;Does it hurt a lot?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah. I can't move it much.&quot;
  &quot;I'm sorry for not catching you.&quot;
  &quot;It's not your fault. I was a little careless, thinking you mig

&quot;Ahhhhhh.&quot;
  &quot;Oh yeahhhhhhhh.&quot;
  &quot;Harder!&quot;
  &quot;Faster!&quot;
  &quot;Ah fuck.&quot;
  &quot;You've got to stop moaning like that. If someone were to hear you, they might get the wrong idea.&quot; Ethan said, while his hands worked magic on my bare skin.
  &quot;I know. But you're making me feel so good. I can't help it.&quot; I said as my fingers bunched up the bedsheets.
  &quot;At least don't be so loud!&quot; Ethan panicked, visibly embarrassed.
  I chuckled. &quot;Okay, I'll try. You keep up what you're doing.&quot;
  After we had dinner and decided to go to our cabin, Ethan noticed my neck and back muscles were still sore so he offered to massage it for me and that was why I couldn't stop moaning. He could be a good masseur.
  &quot;Does it hurt?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah a little.&quot;
  Ethan kept massaging my back and neck for a long time after which I started to feel guilty for making him do it.
  &quot;That's enough. Thank you.&quot;


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