The Hairy Encounter

However, the scent wouldn't have been bothersome if Orion hadn't been lying naked on the mat, enjoying the massage. Yet, there he was, the aroma of Aunt Greta's sweat tickling his nostrils as he observed her meticulously tending to his leg. With each stroke and touch, she treated his leg with such care and tenderness that he refrained from doing anything that might distract her or shift her attention away from the task at hand.

Finally, a slight, lingering ache tingled through Orion's left leg as Aunt Greta reached for the piece of rag, wiping off her sweat before turning towards him with a warm smile. "That should do it. Now all you need is some rest so that by morning your mother and the rest of your family can come see you," she chuckled, before continuing. "Celeste's face turned ashen when she heard the news, so you better start preparing an explanation for why you did such a thing, alright?"