Georgia's POV
I poured everything into giving Nick the best massage I could—it was the least I could do to thank him for always taking care of me. His body had been tense at first, hard and unyielding under my hands, but little by little I felt him loosen, his breathing deepening until he finally slipped into sleep. The faintest snore escaped him, and I smiled softly, pausing in fear of waking him.
He was still gloriously naked, sprawled across my bed, and as if having the perfect dream, so I carefully pulled the blanket over him before sliding off the mattress. I was still wrapped in just a towel, so I was going to change into my pajamas.
But before I could step away, a warm hand caught my wrist.
"Where are you going?" Nick's voice was low, husky, definitely not asleep.
Startled, I turned. "I thought you were already sleeping. I was just going to put on my pajamas before going to sleep."
