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Nick sure did. He had Hunter’s too. He was the total package. My heart soared with the feelings I tried to repress. I let the appreciation and love for him wash over me until the soap washed out of my hair and down the drain.
I turned off the water and stepped out to wrap myself in a large towel. Everything smelled like him. Like home.
I towel-dried my hair and stepped into the bedroom, intending to get dressed in the bedroom. I paused when I saw Nick resting on the bed, his arm crooked behind his head.
His eyes fluttered open. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to come out.”
I knelt on the bed, holding the towel to my chest. “Did you fall asleep?”
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “I must have. I wanted to give you a foot massage.”
“That sounds great,” I purred as I stretched out my legs and rested back on the pillows. I was exhausted before I showered. Now I was relaxed from the warm water.
Nick lifted my ankle onto his lap. The door was closed and, I hoped, locked. When Nick pressed his fingers into my sore arch, I let out a moan and relaxed deeper into the pillows. “That feels amazing.”
“I want you to relax.” He bit his lip, and I wondered if there was more that he wanted to say.
Each time he pressed on the muscles, tingles traveled up my calf muscles to my core.
I could see myself relaxing with him after a long event. I could see us living in that house together, playing baseball on the evenings and weekends and helping the kids with homework during the week. It was too much to hope that it would all work out like a present tied neatly with a bow.
Life wasn’t like that. People didn’t do what you wanted them or even expected them to do. There were always wild cards and variables. I’d been burned too much to just ignore reality.
“You’re worried about something.”
I let out a huff of air and opened my eyes. “How did you know?”
“You were relaxed, and then you tensed.”
I forced my muscles to relax, not wanting to relay my worries to him.
“Much better,” he murmured as he continued his ministrations on my feet and moved onto my calves.
“You’re spoiling me.”
His lips lifted. “Mmm. I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked. The room had a dream-like quality to it. It was late, the house was quiet, and it was just us whispering to each other. The only light in the room was the lamp on the nightstand, which emitted a soft glow.
“I don’t think you’ve been spoiled enough.”
“And you’re the one to do it?” I asked without sending my words through the filter in my brain first.
He smiled wider. “I’m the perfect guy for the job.”
“And why is that?” I couldn’t stop the twitch in my lips.
“I’m handsome.”
“Mmm.”
“Thoughtful. Clearly skilled at foot massages.”
I dipped my chin. “I’ll give you that.”
He glanced at me before returning his attention to my legs. “I care about you. I enjoy spending time with you.”
I sighed. His words were sweet, each one sent a current through my body, a longing for what I shouldn’t want.
