He shifts down on the pillow so we’re forehead to forehead. A furrow tugs at his brow, and before I can stop myself, I start massaging my fingernails over his scalp. Bridger closes his eyes and sinks into me. The surefire ways to get this guy to relax are back scratches, scalp massages, and cuddling. He’d never admit to it, how much he’s a cuddler, but I figured it out a long time ago. Now this is sort of like our little secret.
