Adrian groaned as Daniel’s nails gently scraped his scalp, rubbing the migraine oil into his follicles. It wasn’t s****l, but it was so intimate. He gave contented hums and sighs and Daniel massaged the suds into his hair. At one point, he could have sworn the other man was purring with contentment. The oil smelled of peppermint, rosemary, and lavender, which coated Daniel’s lips as he pressed a kiss into the crown of Adrian’s head. Adrian’s dark hair had been cropped slightly shorter, since some of it had been singed in the fire.
“How did the meeting with the insurance adjuster go today?” he asked. A man had finally come out from Philadelphia to view the building damage and determine the payout Adrian would receive on his policy.
“God, I hate dealing with insurance companies. You could
