Dalton tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Each time Wynter lowered her head, the tips of her hair brushed against his arm,

When being massaged, senses tend to heighten. Daltor’s gaze intensified as he saw her hair parted to

one side.

The massage was only twenty minutes, but he found himself wanting to play with her long hair several

times as if he were under a spell.

“All done,” Wynter said calmly. She completed the massage with thumb pressure on acupuncture

points below the knee. “You can wear your clothes now.”

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It was then that Dalton noticed he was sweating a lot. But this wasn’t the cold sweat he was used to

with his illness. His body felt warm and cozy instead.

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