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Gently, your thumbs push into Colt’s back, kneading out all the stress in his shoulders. The skin of his back is to your chest as he lays between your legs in the bath, his head resting back on your shoulder.

The candles light up his profile with an orangish-yellow hue. His damp hair sticking evenly to your bare skin. You try not to get distracted by his bulging muscles. The ones you wish your hands could trail over…

But now is not the time for that. This is about him, relaxing him; making him stress free. You slow down the pressure of your thumbs as you see his mouth twitch; biting back a moan. You ease up with a small; “m’sorry”.

“I liked it.” He groaned out slightly. And so you continued. You can feel him start to go limp, falling asleep. You don’t wake him, but instead wonder how you’ll get the sleeping man’s dead weight out of the tub when bath times over.

We’ll cross that hill when we get to it, I suppose.

When you start washing his hair, lathering shampoo through his dirty blonde locks, you can hear him muttering something about “making s-spicy…margaritas…”

Yeah, he’s deep into dreamland, but that’s the point…

Relaxation.