“How do you feel?”
Refreshed. Kind of tingly. Full of regret. “Great.”
Cronan smiled, humming as he drove and I twirled my hair between my fingers, still kind of dazed after the storybook pampering I’d just experienced. The baths were so soothing I’d dozed off and woken up wrapped in a robe, lying on his chest in a darker, even more relaxing room. It was the perfect temperature, smelling of lavender, and glancing around, I found just one shelf with a dim light shining up toward the ceiling to set the room. There were two massage chairs in view and we were lying on a cozy lounge pressed to the wall. He’d known I was awake immediately, hands running down my back, that familiar hum making my eyes flutter again. He’d carried me to the massage chair, stripping me of the robe.
