Chapter 9
AliceOnce in the room, Faris handed her a bottle of lube.
“Wow, that’s direct,” she said, awkwardly holding the bottle.
“Will you oil the scales on my back and reapply the ointment to the wound?” He dropped the towel around his waist and sat on the floor.
“Sure, not a problem. You don’t want to know what I was thinking.” She grabbed a pillow to kneel on because her spirit was still in her twenties, but her knees were absolutely thirty-three.
She reapplied ointment on the wound and declared it was healing nicely. Then she warmed up the oil between her hands before spreading it on his shoulders.
His scales were different today, brighter, and smoother. They gleamed in the dim lighting of the room.
“Is all this new growth?” she asked, running her hand down his back to his hip.
