“Is it just your neck you’re having trouble with?” I ask, biting on my lip as warmth spreads through my core. “My back and shoulders too.” He lets out a deep groan as I work my fingers into the muscles between his shoulder blades. “You still sleeping on the sofa?” I ask and immediately regret it. I don’t need to know where he’s been sleeping. I don’t need to know anything about his life. “Uh-huh.”
