At this moment, Shalma Hughes was lying on her side in bed, still reading *Grimm's Fairy Tales*. When the warm towel slipped under the covers, a blush inevitably crept up her cheeks. Even though this was something they did every day and she should have been used to it by now, she still blushed hopelessly every time she thought about him personally massaging the lumps on her buttocks caused by the progesterone injections.
After massaging her for about half an hour, Julian Winslow went to the bathroom. He freshened up and took a shower before coming out.
He pulled back the covers and got into bed as usual. Then, extending a large hand, he pulled the person beside him into his arms and took the book from her. Afraid that she would get tired holding it herself, he took over the task.
