8. It Smells Like Death

RONAN

"Oh. My. God. What is that smell?"

It took me a solid forty-five minutes to convince Everleigh to lay down on her bed so I could give her a body massage and rub this pain relief shit on her.

"Just relax, it smells like death, but I promise when you wake up in the morning you won't even know you got tossed around like a rag doll."

She groaned and grumbled about the smell for a few more minutes before she finally relaxed.

It's a good thing I opened the windows and balcony door, this shit could peel the paint off of walls if a room wasn't well ventilated.

She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of well worn boxer briefs. At least that's what they looked like to me.

I may be well versed in female anatomy but female fashion is a whole nother ball game.

I start at her shoulders, gently massaging the mixture into her skin. She keeps her face buried in a pillow to try to hide the foul odor. If I could, I would do the same. Lucky for me though, I’ve used this stuff enough that