“I don’t often go around showing that one off,” I said, remembering how both my parents had done their nut when they first saw it.
“It’s incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Thank you,” I said, genuinely flattered. Then winced as Matthew’s too cold hands began rubbing the ointment across my shoulder blades. His hands soon warmed, and I began to appreciate the stronger-than-expected fingers kneading into the aching muscles of my back and shoulders. I tried to suppress it, but it wasn’t long before I let out a small moan of pleasure. I heard him smile behind me. It was clear, too; he was also enjoying the task.
“That’s your lot,” he said, putting down the bottle on the dresser and wiping his hands on a towel.
“Thank you,” I said, attempting to shuffle away from him, but it was
