Afterward, Roy Lewis held Richelle Dunn as they went to take a bath.
"Baby, you've lost so much weight!"
Roy said with a heartache, "You were fine the way you were before."
Richelle leaned back in his arms, "What, are my bones hurting your hand?"
This was a tricky question, so of course Roy wouldn't fall for it.
"How could that be? I love you no matter what. But from a medical perspective, it's healthier to have some meat on your bones. You're a doctor, so you should know better than me, right?"
Then he leaned down to kiss her lightly and coax her.
Richelle closed her eyes and said softly that her waist was sore.
His fingers pressed into the hollow of her waist with moderate force, "Here?"
Roy's voice was deep and husky.
Richelle let out a comfortable sigh, "Mmm, your technique can be compared to a professional massage therapist."
Roy then patiently simulated all the massage techniques that his former massage therapist used on him.
