He lifted his head at the brush of her lips, glancing over his shoulder, but merely smiled and set his chin back down as she went back to work on his spine.

They weren't bone but stiff cartilage, which accounted for the mushy bed he preferred as laying on his back on a mattress-like surface wouldn't be nearly as comfortable.

Right now, he was more comfortable than he'd been in a long time with her fingers and the sponge working over his back and skin so wonderfully.