Chapter 13

“Ow!”

“Can you write that tomorrow?”

“I suppose so…”

“It’s just there’s a nest in the armchair, and a bottle of wine with your name on it…”

Andreas barked a laugh. “Oh, you’ll be lucky. I’m not having sex for six months, minimum. You might put another monster in me.”

“Would you accuse me of being cheesy if I said actually I got a bottle of your favourite massage oil, too and I wanted to soothe you into a coma?”

“Yes. And I’d be suspicious. Why?”

“You’ve not been yourself since the three-month mark. And I miss you, and I know I can’t make it better because it’s all tangled up with your body and how it makes you feel, but I love you and I hate seeing you down, so I want to make you feel good for a bit, even if it’s just surface good. So…”

Andreas’ expression softened.

“Thank you,” he said softly, and leaned up for a quick kiss. “You’re right, you can’t fix it. But a massage and a bottle of wine does sound good.”