“Yeah, I do. Squish is my best bud.”
“Squish?”
“My Bulldog.” She pointed over at her soft toy.
“Ahh, right.”
She studied him as he put her socks on. “Are you sure you don’t have a foot fetish?”
He snorted. “Don’t want to kiss and lick your feet. Just want to keep them warm.” He moved onto his knees, then put his hands on the bed on either side of her. He studied her. “Nothing you want to tell me, girl?”
“Uh, can you be more specific?”
He looked like he was trying hard not to say something but then he shook his head. “Right. What about the flowers you got? Did you find out who they were actually for?”
“No, afraid not. I went around knocking, but anyone who was home said they didn’t think they’d be for them. I gave them to Mrs. Ellis across the hall. She seemed to need some cheering up. She was a bit, um, cranky.”
Rather like someone else she knew.
He was frowning and she squirmed, her body reacting to his closeness. His gaze moved to hers and he raised an eyebrow. “You hurting because of cramps?”
“Um, well.” She couldn’t keep doing this.
“Because you know a cure for cramps, right?”
“Painkillers?”
He shook his head.
“Heating pad?”
“No.”
“Pregnancy?”
His eyes widened and he recoiled as though she’d hit him.
Whoops.
“No. Not pregnancy,” he barked.
“Oh, but it would be, right? I thought you wanted an answer.”
“Girl.” He wiped his hand over his face. “You don’t get pregnant to get rid of cramps.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Great, now he thought she was suggesting he get her knocked up. She dropped her gaze, scratching at her cheek nervously.
Gently, he tilted her face back with his finger under her chin.
“An orgasm.”
“Huh?” Okay, was that the best she could do? Huh?
“An orgasm can help with cramps.” Leaning in, he kissed her gently. “I can help you with that.”
He was offering to give her an orgasm to help with her cramps?
“That’s so sweet,” she whispered.