TWENTY

“Can you stop the music?” Diane asked, exasperated. “Your taste in music is so awful.”

“You don’t like this?” Nicholas asked as he paused the music.

“Please I’m trying to relax. Don’t make this harder for me,” Diane replied, massaging her temples with her fingers.

“Here, let me help you out.” Nicholas say down at the edge of the bed, close to her head and replaced her fingers with his. He slowly rubbed her temple. “Relax,” he whispered.

Diane groaned as the muscles in her head relaxed. “You are so good at this.”

“I try.”

“Ashley is enjoying a lot.”

“Really? What do you mean?”

“First of all, you give good head massages,” she said.

“I give excell