(Alina)
I smacked Damian on the shoulder for his comment but kept massaging. His muscles were really tight. He wasn't kidding about being tense. As my fingers worked over his shoulders, I found myself staring at the back of his neck, at the water droplets still clinging to his hair.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
When I agreed to this marriage, it was supposed to be simple. A deal for him to help me and in return. A way out for both of us. Nothing more, nothing less.
But here I was, sitting behind my husband—my actual husband—massaging his shoulders and feeling things I shouldn't be feeling.
"A little lower," he murmured, and I moved my hands down his back.
"Here?"
"Yeah, right there."
I pressed my thumbs into a knot near his spine, and he let out a groan that made my stomach fli
