#thread: devin

muse: Devin Krieger, 32, straight, physical therapist

“Are you just prone to hurting yourself or are you just making sure that you have an excuse to keep seeing me?” Devin teased as he brought them back.

“Keep your hip down on the table,” one hand pressed down lightly on her waist, the other holding her leg up. “How does that feel?”

Devin glanced up at her with a faint smirk when she called herself his favorite patient. “You might be onto something there,” he teased, voice low but warm. “Though if the others find out, I’ll be in trouble, so I guess I’ll trust you to keep my secret safe.” He had a playful wink before his eyes focused back on her calf as his fingers carefully pressed along the muscle and tendon. “You’ve definitely been putting in the work. I could tell if you weren't. Your dad’s making sure of it, huh? Should I be worried he's gonna take my job away with you?"

At her mention of the pins and needles, Devin’s touch gentled. “That’s actually a good sign—it can mean the nerves are starting to wake up. Healing isn’t always comfortable, but this is progress. I’ll give you a couple of stretches to help with the stiffness and circulation.” He looked up at her again, catching her smile for a moment longer than he should have.