“Smells amazing, Halley.” I twisted back to the counter and began to clean. “Thank you. It’s a lot easier now that I have two hands,” I replied, showcasing my arm, sans the sling. It was a lie, though. I didn’t have two hands. One was swiping sour cream dollops off the counter with a dishrag… And my other was still tingling with the memory of being locked with his.
