Megan turned to look over her shoulder, glaring. “Be careful, would you?”
“I said I was sorry.” Drake picked up the aloe vera and squirted a generous amount onto his palm. “Scooch up a little.” Megan huffed and moved further up on the bed. “I’m not the one who decided to sit on the roof for five hours in her swimsuit,” he said, rubbing the cool gel into the skin on her back in large, firm circles. “What were you doing up there, anyway?”
“That’s classified information,” Megan said drowsily. “It hurts.”
“I know.” He moved upwards, massaging the cords of her neck. “You’ll be out of it for a few days.”
“Mmm.”
Drake gingerly moved the inky black hair off the back of her neck. “Do you want some ice water or something?”
“No.” Megan’s eyes were half closed and her voice was groggy, the sunburn having zapped all of her energy. “Just…stay with me.”
Drake rubbed his hands together, greasy from the aloe vera. “I…shouldn’t.”
“So?”
He sighed and placed his hands on the small of her back. “Okay.”
“Good.” Megan smiled self-satisfactorily, moving her head slightly so it was leaning against his knee. “Did I say you could stop rubbing?”
Sunzapped - Drake and Josh - Drake/Megan - sunburn - PG13 - het
Drake winced. “Sorry.”
Megan turned to look over her shoulder, glaring. “Be careful, would you?”
“I said I was sorry.” Drake picked up the aloe vera and squirted a generous amount onto his palm. “Scooch up a little.” Megan huffed and moved further up on the bed. “I’m not the one who decided to sit on the roof for five hours in her swimsuit,” he said, rubbing the cool gel into the skin on her back in large, firm circles. “What were you doing up there, anyway?”
“That’s classified information,” Megan said drowsily. “It hurts.”
“I know.” He moved upwards, massaging the cords of her neck. “You’ll be out of it for a few days.”
“Mmm.”
Drake gingerly moved the inky black hair off the back of her neck. “Do you want some ice water or something?”
“No.” Megan’s eyes were half closed and her voice was groggy, the sunburn having zapped all of her energy. “Just…stay with me.”
Drake rubbed his hands together, greasy from the aloe vera. “I…shouldn’t.”
“So?”
He sighed and placed his hands on the small of her back. “Okay.”
“Good.” Megan smiled self-satisfactorily, moving her head slightly so it was leaning against his knee. “Did I say you could stop rubbing?”
“Yes, ma’am.”