Massage

Their trip to Caspian’s room was short. In no time, they got to the room and he gently placed her on the bed. Anna immediately scrambled under the covers. She watched as he strode without a word into the bathroom and came out with a massage oil in his hand. He returned to her side, pulled away the covers from her body, and began unbuttoning her pajama top from the bottom.

“What are you doing?” Anna tried to peel his hands away from her but he passed her a stern look that caused her to immediately retract her hand backward and stay still. “You don’t have to do this.”

“You’re in pain.”

“I’m used to it.” From what he was about doing, she was sure he already found out about her period and there was no use trying to hide it from him. How did he even know? She thought that she was doing a good job masking her expression.

“And that’s why you were almost crying? Stay still.” He glared at her the moment she jerked forward when the cold oil touched her bare skin, her lower belly.

“It’s cold,