I’m stunned that my hands could knead bread dough at the moment, much less living warm flesh. I work Jordan’s muscles, rubbing the cream thoroughly into the skin. With the high concentration of lavender, he should experience a reaction any minute now.

Nothing yet except his soft sigh of contentment.

I tackle Kent’s tense muscles next, massaging between his shoulder blades. His soft sounds of bliss tug at my heartstrings.

Next, I pummel up and down ...