(Aurora's POV)
It did sound reasonable. Technically. On the surface.
I reached for the robe.
(Aurora's POV)
"Turn around," I said.
Phineas turned without argument. I pulled myself up out of the water, grabbed the towel from the rack, and dried my back as quickly and carefully as I could. Then I stretched out face-down on the lounger beside the pool, rested my cheek on my forearm, and told him he could turn back.
He did.
His gaze landed on my back, and I watched his throat move - a single, slow shift. When he spoke, his voice had dropped half a register.
"Where does it hurt most?"
"Shoulders. And the middle - just below the shoulder blades."
He picked up the small bottle of oil from the edge of the pool. Rose, faintly sweet. He warmed it between his palms before he touched me, and
