91. Luke

Chapter 91

Luke

The bathroom door clicks open,and I lift my gaze.

And then I just stare.

Because she looks so good. So freaking good, standing there in my clothes.

The boxer briefs are stretched tight over her thick hips, and I want to lift the hem of the long shirt to see the rest of them.

“Nice outfit.” Natalie’s voice is sleepy.

It takes me a second to realize she’s talking about mine, and when I glance down, I smirk.

“Matching jammies aren’t just for the holidays.” I’m also in a Sleet T-shirt and wearing black boxers, identical to the pair I gave her.

She chuckles, but it turns into a yawn.

“Come here.” I stand up from the edge of the bed and flip the covers back.

While she was getting ready for bed, I rushed around the room, shoving my dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner and pulling the blankets into place on the bed.

I know she’s tired because she doesn’t put up any sort of fight, just crawls obediently into bed and flops down on her back.

I sit back on the edge of the mattress next to her. “Tell me where it hurts.”

Her eyes are closed. “Everywhere.”

She looks so cute.

“I’m happy to slather every inch of you, but this will work better if you give me some specifics.”

Natalie opens one eye. “Slather what?”

I hold up my little jar of salve. “Trust me, this will help.”

She lifts her arms. “My elbows and wrists hurt.”

I unscrew the jar and scoop out a little of the thick substance.

Using the tip of my finger, I rub some around her elbow, making sure to be gentle, seeing the start of a bruise on the back of her arm. Then I move to her wrist before repeating the process on the other arm.

“Knees?” I ask, scooting down the bed.

Natalie nods. “Those are the worst. And my feet.” She lets out a deep breath when I start to apply the salve to her knees. “What about you?”

“What about me?” I scoop out a little more.

“How’s your shoulder?”

It takes me a second to remember that I hurt it during that Vegas game. “It’s good as new.”

Her little huff is adorable. “Sure it is, Mr. Muscles.”

I grin at her use of that nickname.

And I grin even more when I start to massage the salve onto her foot, and she falls asleep.