“Shit, Tom. Your back is even worse than Tristan’s. If I’d known, I would’ve forced you to come here much earlier.”
Tom was about to answer, but then Aiden increased the pressure again, and he could do little but moan.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you guys. Why can’t you take better care of yourselves?”
“Erm…” Tom had no answer, and he gave up trying to think of one as Aiden moved to the head of the bench and began to manipulate his shoulders. Tom started to feel heavy. There was a pleasant heat in the area Aiden was working on, which he hadn’t expected. As his breaths became deeper and deeper, he let his eyes close. It was almost if he were flying, and yet Aiden held him in place.
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