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Tom threw on his clothes. Aiden had left him with a glass of water and told him to slowly get up from the table and drink it. As soon as the door had clicked shut, Tom had put the glass aside and dived for his clothes. The massage had been amazing, but as soon as Aiden had stopped, he’d become acutely aware of being almost completely naked in Aiden’s presence.
“It’s normal to—oh, you’re already up.” Aiden stood by the door, looking surprised. Tom sat down on the chair next to the table to put on his socks. His feet were soft from the oil. His entire body was soft from the oil and the magic Aiden’s hands had performed.
“Yeah…I thought I might as well get dressed.” Why Tom mumbled he didn’t know, but it was the way it came out.