65
LYNNE
I woke during the night with a vague ache in my lower back. I tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position. Finally, I got out of bed and walked around, rubbing my back, trying to remember what I’d eaten in the previous twenty-four hours that could have made me feel so queasy.
Connor turned over and felt my pillow, then raised his head. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Just a backache,” I told him. “I’m okay. Go back to sleep.”
“Come back to bed and I’ll give you a backrub,” he said, patting the mattress.
Desperate for relief, I stretched out beside him, facing away. He massaged my lower back with gentle pressure. I relaxed. “That feels good,” I said.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked.
“No. I don’t know what you did, but it’s gone now.”
He bared my shoulder, then kisse
