Chapter Twenty-Six
Michaela
The full-body relaxation that came with an orgasm was addictive. Hadn’t realized how much passive tension I carried until indulging in Lincoln’s talents. But this feeling needed to be managed like a productive prescription, not an illicit drug. I didn’t want to use him.
useWhich meant remembering my manners. I touched his arm. “Thank you, though. Maybe another day.”
He tossed me a smile. “It’s okay, really. I meant what I said about helping.”
We found a*****e and I picked up some average-size boxes, ones I’d be able to move when full, and bubble wrap for the breakables. Then returned to the house.
Abby was vacuuming the living room rug with headphones on and singing off key to Cyndi Lauper. A horrified look on his face, he ran to her and moved the headset
