Page 34 of Whispering Waves

She focused and sat up.

Kimo asked, “Going somewhere?”

“Yup. Before you have to change the bedding again for a less fun reason.”

He was at her side and lifting her a moment later. She was brought to the bathroom and settled then left alone. “Call me when you need a lift back to the bed.”

“Great. Shoo.”

She relieved herself and nearly passed out from not humiliating herself. She hadn’t wet the bed in over twenty-two years and didn’t want to start now. The built-in bidet was delightful, and she felt so much better after using it.

The counter was great for helping her up, and she used it to help her flex her legs. She was still naked but slowly moving when she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth and headed back to the bedroom. “I used your toothbrush.”

He smiled. “It’s all good.” He helped her back to bed. “What’s locked up?”

“Thighs, you fiend.”

“Perhaps I should not have taken my time. Can I give you a massage?”

“Please. I don’t care how much it hurts. I just need my legs back under my control.”

He nodded and settled her in bed then sighed and shook his head. “I will be right back.”

She grunted and rolled to her side, curling into a ball. He was back in four minutes and had a jar in his hands. He knelt on the bed, opened the jar, and flipped her to her belly.

“Hey!”

“Zip it, shorty.”

She blinked and was startled into laughter.

He slid slick hands over her butt and thighs, and the scent of coconut reached her. Oh. Oil.

He started slow, and then his fingers went deeper. When her muscles felt loose again, he flipped her over and worked on the front of her thighs and her calves.

He finished and said, “Anywhere else?”

“Shoulders.”

He sat her up and got behind her, rubbing her shoulders and upper arms. “This was from when I rolled to my back, huh?”

“Yeah.” She grunted as he found a knot. “Or it could have been the swimming.”

He tutted. “So, now, after we hit the water, I will give you a rubdown.”

“Gee, I didn’t get you anything.”

“Oh, yes, you did, again and again and again.”

She blushed and groaned. He patted her shoulders when he finished. “Come on. Time to feed the chickens.”

She grunted. “Yay!”

He laughed as she slowly moved to the edge of the bed and got up and moving. She went to her backpack and found some clean underwear, yanking it on. “No swimming today, right?”

“Right. Just walking around the house and learning where everything is.”

“That sounds like my speed.” She got some shorts out of the pack and stepped into them, wiggling them upward over her oiled skin.

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