12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
M arcus
A soft snore made me smile. I didn’t stop massaging the oil into Cassie’s skin.
Her back had been a mess of knots and tension.
I lightened my touch and wondered what in her past caused her to be so tight-lipped.
Over dinner, she’d talked a little, but her short answers and deflection of my questions made my curiosity rise.
What skeletons were in her closet? Lifting my hands from her luscious skin, I carefully climbed off her hips. She didn’t move. All the tension she was carrying had tired her out. Quietly, I put the oil away and washed my hands before returning to bed.
I settled against the pillows. Cassie shifted, mumbled something, then moved toward me. Turning onto my side, I stared at her. Her golden-brown hair was spread out along the pillow; her face turned toward me looked serene in her sleep.
I pulled the sheet up to cover us both. I didn’t care if the oil still on her back ruined them. Nothing mattered but Cassie. My cock twitched. I was going to have a long night, but at least I had a view to enjoy. I’d figure out the puzzle Cassie was.