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and his hand was wrapped in that half-assed bandage.
    I gave Aster a pleading look. “You’ll have to do Trey’s massage.”
    Aster nodded, unscrewed the lids and sniffed.
    Trey stiffened even more then swung his legs to the top of the table. “I can do it.”
    I joined Aster and picked up a white bottle. The smell burned my nostrils, not unlike sore muscle cream dipped in ditch water.
    Aster made a pleased noise and passed me a brown bottle. “Smell this one.”
    I breathed in the fragrance of Brazil nut. From his reaction, Trey wasn’t going to let Aster massage him. I took the bottle over to him. I intended to leave the bottle with him, but instead squeezed some of the golden cocoa across his legs and tried to shake off my headache and snarky mood.
    He rubbed the cream down his right leg while I watched. His legs were well muscled, not too hairy, rather nice.
    I slapped a hand at his trim ankle. It was hard and warm, felt like an ankle. “Swim team shaves their legs.”
    “Swim team dates each other.” Trey rubbed the cream into his thighs.
    My hands stayed below his knees, still admiring his nice skin.
    Trey didn’t raise his eyes from his hands while he worked. “Fifty thousand? What are you going to spend that on?”
    Aster had moved onto cleaning up and wasn’t paying attention to us, so I told him some of the plans. “Candlelight.” I rubbed at a knot in his calf, making him grunt. “Truffles, white linens, silk drapes, real King and Queen crowns, not paper.” I stopped rubbing to wave a hand in the air. “A trellis or arbor for sure. And, if we can get a stairway—imagine the pictures.” I dropped my hands back to his legs, and paused on his knees. “If we purchase a gazebo, we’ll move it onto campus after prom—as one of our senior class donations. Do you know an ice sculpture guy?”
    “No.”
    I shoved at his shoulder. “On your stomach.”
    Trey tugged off his shirt and obeyed.
    Wow. I was glad his back faced me so he didn’t see my jaw drop. Holy crap. Model perfect, inches away.
    Trey propped his chin on his fists and kept his head away from the face hole. His eyes darted around the room. When I tentatively touched his back, he flinched a little. He was like one of those wild creatures on Animal Planet, wary of human interaction. I’d seen him interact at plenty of parties, but those usually involved tequila and no commitments.
    Hmm, tequila and no commitments? Not a bad name for a mixed drink. I rubbed the cream into the warmth of his skin and wondered if he realized the lotion had a bit of an opalescent sheen. “Do you want your party favor to have the school name and date by themselves or some kind of prom motto? We’re working on the theme: Night of a Thousand Dreams or Shimmering Crystal Ice House .” I dug an elbow into his back. “Which one of those do you prefer?”
    Trey grunted in response.
    ***
    Lauren helped me tack the iridescent Sparkle committee banner over the trophy case. We always hung the banner before our prom planning committee meetings to change the tone of the room from a sports war room to glamorous hangout. I stretched to tape down my end.
    Her gaze landed on my outfit. “Cute dress. Turquoise matches your eyes perfectly.”
    I touched the side of my tank. “Thanks. Aster bought it for me.”
    “Aster?”
    “Star. Dad’s fiancée. Aster’s her real name. She goes by Star for short.”
    “What does your mom call her for short?”
    I giggled, even though I really wasn’t in the position to mock anyone else’s name.
    Lauren tilted her head toward the locker room as she helped me set up. “Did you see John earlier?”
    I scrunched my nose then smoothed my face into a normal expression, trying to discourage her. “John’s microwave hot. The picture on the package tempts you. But when you pop the entree out of the oven, the hot dog’s still icy inside—underdone.”
    Lauren rejected my metaphor with a shake of her head. “He’d dance every dance