Taking off her headphones, she held them awkwardly. Getting up, I put mine and hers inside of the bench.
“Good night, Grace.” I hugged her.
“Good night, Jett.” She gave him a little kiss on the cheek, too, and went up the stairs.
“I wasn’t trying to cockblock you, Honey. It’s late, and I set off to find you.” He put an arm around me.
I sighed as we went into our bedroom. “What am I doing?”
“Not her, apparently.” Jett laughed as we went into our bedroom.
“Jett.” I playfully shoved him onto the bed. “We’re not like that. I just gave her the sheet music and was teaching her to play it.”
“Sure.” He gazed up at me, his long, dark hair loose.
I pinned him to the bed. “I’m sure.”
Well, for now.
Leaning in, I kissed Jett.
No. I wasn’t sure at all.
But that was a problem for another day.
Chapter Nine
Spencer
Istretched in my chair in my home office, careful of my injuries. It was nice to have all the comforts of home. While I was taking the rest of the week and working from home, on Monday I was going back into the office, more for my own mental health than anything else.
Really, I liked to leave work at work. When I was working in my home office, I was usually reading journal articles, watching documentaries, or researching new innovations in my industries, unless I was holding a meeting in other time zones.
Still, there was work to be done. Yes, I had good people helping me to run my company, and it would be fine without me, but Ilikedmy work. Also, I didn’t enjoy being behind on things–or letting people down.
But I was done for the night. Fatigue pressed down on me even though a glance at the clock told me it wasn’t that late. Should I go see what everyone else was doing?
No, I think I’d take a shower. Yes, that sounded good. Perhaps Grace would come to snuggle with me later? She’d been tucking me in at night, which I adored, even if she usually slipped out at some point.
But, I couldn’t keep her all to myself. Much or often. Taking off my glasses, I closed my laptop and left my office.
Going into my bathroom, I turned on the water in my shower, stripped, and climbed under the warm spray. Should I wash myself? Yes. But I was more tired than I’d like to admit.
The door opened, and a naked little blonde slipped inside. “Hi. Can I wash you?”
“I’d like that more than anything, Darling.”Yes, please put your hands all over me.
She frowned at my incision. “Can you get that wet?”
“Yes.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Are you sure? Never mind, your company probably made the stitches.”
“They did. You can wash it too. But you have to use the green soap.” I nodded to the bottle of green soap next to my usual body wash.
Almost too gently, Grace washed my body. Bending down so that she could wash my hair was difficult, but the simple actions of her caring for me felt good. It made her feel good, too.
She got out and put on the robe I had for her, then got mine. “Come here.”
