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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