“Turn around, sweetheart, so I can get your back.”
She faced the mirror and used the towel to cover her breasts.
“You know I’ve seen breasts before, right?” Graham asked.
She snorted. “Not mine, you haven’t.” She tried hard not to flinch when Alastair hit a sore spot.
Graham rolled his eyes. “I’ll head out unless you need me.”
“No, she’s going to stay up here and nap, and I’m going to deal with Una.”
“Wait. I don’t want to nap, Alastair. I’m not a child.”
Graham waved. “I think I’ll stick around for your talk with mommy dearest if you don’t mind.”
Alastair shook his head. “That’s fine.”
Graham left.
Alastair grabbed her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her neck. “I want you to relax, baby. How about I come up in a little while, and we can cuddle?”
“In that case.” She grinned. “I’d like that very much.”