21.

Okay, maybe Grave had magic hands, or it was the way she was suddenly making him feel, but either way, her hands on him made him feel so good, so good he wanted them to stay there forever if possible.

Her soft hands dug into the panes of his back, rubbing and kneading in all the right places. He had just had the most relaxing bath ever, and all she added to the water was Epsom salt, a green teabag, and a sprinkle of oatmeal, yes, oatmeal, and he had had the most relaxing bath as well.

He had a good sleep in the bath as well, and right here under her skillful hands, he was looking at a rematch for sleep.

“You have a tattoo!” Grace said.

Noah had expected that question from her the moment he invited her into his bedroom the second time to massage him. He had opened the door and turned to walk back to the bed shirtless.

“Yes, I do. I know it's not something you expect from a doctor like myself, but it's not a tattoo I regret.” He said.

“I see. It's a half wing that looks like it cam