Noemi WAS IN HEAVEN.
Ever since their second shot at dinner last night after two rounds of sex, the getaway had taken on a lighter feel. At least on the surface. She knew that deep down a lot of thoughts and feelings were stirring, but for now she was happy to lay back and let things happen.
A lot like this massage.
Garth grunted and groaned, albeit painfully.
She smothered a chuckle with the back of her hand. Maybe next time he'd actually read the description of the treatments he was buying?
A deep tissue massage wasn't for everyone.
What mattered most was that Garth hadn't just brought her here, made her a few appointments and sent her on her way.
He was here with her.