Chapter 32

God, he’d love to have her hands all over him…

“Your wounds are looking a lot better,” she remarked. “The scabs are really healing over.”

He grunted. He couldn’t see his back, but he’d believe her.

“Do you have any vitamin E oil?”

Why would he? “No.”

“I’ll bring some tomorrow. It helps with scarring.”

Honestly, he didn’t care about that much, except the damage done to his ink, but… “Will you put it on for me?”

“Of course.”

“I’d like that.”

She lifted her hands off him and washed them in the nearby sink. “I laid some clothes out for you on your bed in case you were too tired. Can you manage from here?”

He nodded.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Thanks.”

Thirty seconds later, he’d tossed on the sweats and T-shirt she’d folded nicely on his well-made bed he’d give anything to share with her tonight. Just being in the same room with her made him feel calmer, more centered. Whole.

Jesus, he sounded like a lo