Drew definitely had me beat as far as bigger, in every dimension, and that thought made me choke on a burst of laughter.
He glared at me, and I cleared my throat. "Yes, please," I said meekly. "Lunch sounds good."
Drew left for the kitchen without another word, and I thoughtfully set the laptop aside and sat there, staring into space and giving him a minute. Okay, so clearly we still had a ways to go on the "Get Drew back to normal" plan.
Another hand job after lunch? Maybe, but even if I couldn't feel any soreness in my wrist, I didn't want to end up with carpal tunnel. I still needed my hands intact, after all, I'd wanna use them for later.
And he hadn't knotted, which maybe meant he hadn't gotten enough relief. Could I ask him? I couldnt bring myself to. No, because I might die from embarrassment. The answer could be that he didn't like me enough.
