“Who drives a car like that?”
“Someone who likes yellow?” Jian grimaced. “Come on.”
Jian got out, waited for Victor to join him, and locked the car. He steered them toward—Victor read the sign. “Massage?”
“Yup, an hour of blissful, relaxing massage.”
Victor’s pulse sped up. “Are we getting naked?”
The look Jian gave him would’ve made him laugh under normal circumstances, but these weren’t normal circumstances.
“You’ve gotten a massage before, right?”
“No, not a real one.”
Jian stared.
“What? Not everyone has…” He didn’t know how to finish the sentence. He’d always found the thought of a stranger touching his body weird, and to pay money for it? Not something he’d do.
“Okay…you can keep your underwear on. They cover you with a blanket and only bare the part of you they’re working on.”
Victor nodded, not wanting to ruin the date.