The Happy Ending

Fudge Placebo

36 minutes ago

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The room was warm and quiet, lit by the soft amber glow filtering through the bamboo. He lay face-down on the massage table, finally allowing the tension in his shoulders to melt beneath her hands. What had begun as a perfectly ordinary massage slowly took on a more playful atmosphere, the lingering touches, the knowing smile when he glanced back at her, and the unmistakable chemistry neither of them was pretending not to notice.

By the time the massage was over, relaxation wasn’t the only thing on his mind. She leaned close, whispered something that made him grin, and decided his appointment deserved a rather memorable happy ending. What happened next stayed behind the closed doors of that peaceful little room. However, judging by the smile on his face when he finally left, he’d definitely be booking another appointment.