At least he’s not a total neanderthal.
“Does it still hurt?” He asks, stopping in front of me.
I shake my head, lying because I don’t want him to get angry again, and reach for the kit. He sets the box on the bed beside me, so I open it up, grab an applicator and the medicine, and slide the nightgown up my leg.
I’m painfully aware of his heavy gaze watching me, and I can’t help but remember how it felt to be with him.
Was this going to happen tonight?
Did I want it to happen?
Shaking the thoughts away, I dip the applicator into the medicine.
“Let me apply it for you,” Ethan says, and then he lowers himself and kneels before me. I go still, taking in a quick breath when his hand circles my ankle and slowly slides up my calf. Tingles zip through my body and settle in my core, m
