He shook his head, offering me a smile, before he took it off and ran his hand through his short hair. “All I could find.”
I pulled a disbelieving face. “Right. Come in. Make yourself at home.”
I placed the do not disturb sign on the door in case I forgot later, because I had no intention of getting up early tomorrow. In fact, I planned to do as little as possible until my train home on Sunday afternoon. Then I closed the door and locked it.
“Nice place,” Jasper mumbled as he looked around.
“It’s not bad,” I replied with a smile. I knew how stunning this place was with its amazing view across the river.
Jasper threw his cap onto the chair in the living area before unzipping his hoodie and taking that off too. “How famous are you, Finn?”
I pursed my lips and tilted my head. “In the dance world, I guess I’m a little bit famous, but in the real world, I’m a no one.”
Jasper let out a gasp. “Tell me that was a terrible joke and you don’t really think that.”
I let out a chuckle and shrugged, trying to play it down, but it was exactly how I felt. I’d spent my life trying to find a place I fit with people who cared about me unconditionally.
Not offering him any more than that, I took a couple of steps towards him so we could sit and order room service, but my body had completely seized up, and a cramp burned through the muscle in my calf.
“Shit,” I muttered, bending down a little too quickly, pain shooting up my back. “Oh my god, I’m too old for this.”
Jasper was in front of me in a second. I looked up at him from my half-bent position, trying not to think about how similar the view would be if I were on my knees for him.
I groaned at the thought.
“Come here,” Jasper said, wrapping his arm around my waist and helping me limp to the sofa. “What do you need? Painkillers?”
“I need a bath, lots of Epsom Salts, and I need to stretch. I should have done more after I finished, but I just wanted to get back here.”
“Understandable,” he said as he hovered next to me. “People are a lot.”
I laughed. “Yes, they are. I guess I can understand why you like being underwater so much.”
He gave me a look like I should have understood this long before now, then he pointed at the closed doors across the other side of the suite. “Which one is the bathroom?”
“Middle one.”
“Give me a second.”
He vanished, and I rested my head back, taking a deep breath as I tried to build up the motivation to get up, deciding that I’d make do with a shower because it would be rude to soak with a guest here.
My hands were braced on either side of me on the sofa, about to push myself up, when Jasper appeared, drying his hands on the towel.
“Right, bath is on. I found all sorts of potions and salts lined up, so I’ve added them all.” His expression turned to one of panic. “Oh God, is that okay, or have I just recreatedGeorge’s Marvellous Medicine?”
I spluttered out a laugh at the reference to a book I’d loved as a kid. Then his words hit me. “You ran me a bath?”
“Yes. You’re in pain, and I want to help. You go and relax. Take your time. I’ll order room service. But I have one condition.”
I raised my brow. “Which is?”
“I get to pick the movie.”
I let out a fake huff of annoyance. “Fine. I guess that sounds okay. Now, I just have to force my legs to carry me to the bathroom.”
Jasper threw the towel over his shoulder, stepping in front of me. “May I?” he asked.
“May you what?” I replied, confused.
