"They're not that small!" I insist, giving his hip a firm swat as he pushes up to his feet. "And even small things can feel a lot of pain -- you'd better start working on those thumb muscles, mister."

Of course, the entire argument is playful and I can't help but grin when Jack starts heading for his bedroom, stripping his shirt off before he's barely past the door. And that's a sight I'll never get tired of. Quickly, I get to my feet and hurry into the kitchen to put the cupcake mix in the fridge. It'll be better for the batter to chill anyway and I quickly wash off my hands and head down after Jack.

And stop short when I find him stripped down to nothing but his boxers.

"My, I never said it'd be that kind of massage," I tell him, but I'm grinning all the same as I climb onto the mattress beside him, resting a hand on his warm back. "You sure look comfortable, though. You gonna fall asleep on me?"