Twenty-two
Cassie
“Oh, my back is killing me,” I said as I stood, stretching. “I can’t believe we did it. This place is finally clean.”
I moaned with pleasure as Cody’s strong hands massaged my back, sending a tingling sensation to places I thought had passed out from exhaustion.
When Cody first showed me the house he rented for us, I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Okay, so maybe that wasn’t my first reaction to the actual house. The fact that he worked so hard to earn the down payment for the rent and then surprise me with it was beautiful. The house itself . . . not so much.
The yellow paint was peeling and some of the window shutters were hanging loose. The inside was worse. Whoever had lived here before decided that the carpet was a good place to wipe thei
