I returned the following day. I ate breakfast this time.
“Catch.” Hendrix said, throwing me an apple.
“Were you waiting for me by the door?” I asked.
“Who knows when you’ll collapse again.”
“Well I ate so…”
“Just keep the damn apple!”
I walked into the library and sat at the lounge bar. I rested my head on the table. I breathed in and out.
“You okay?” Hendrix sat in front of me.
“Just need a place to relax.” I responded.
“I give great massages.” He rubbed his hands together.
“Why not.” I said. Hendrix got up and got behind me (not that way). He brought his hands onto my back and massaged his fingers and palms in my balls of stress.
“Ohhh fuck!” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah, you like that?” He massaged even deeper.
“Mmmm. Just like that. Oh!” I moaned out.
“Are you two fucking?” A voice from the aisle said. I blushed and Hendrix stopped.
“Mary, I’m giving him a massage.” He responded to the voice.
“Carry on, then.” She laughed out loud.
“Should I continue?” He asked.
“Fuck yeah!” I said.
He brought his hands back to my back.
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bye! i love you all!
<3