I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked. “Nope, not if you’re actually getting that
massage.” Chapter 145
He grumbled to himself again as he headed for the bathroom anyway. I heard bits and pieces enough to get the gist that there was no way I was going to be naked and alone with another person
in the room without him there.
I laughed. “Suit yourself, but no growling,” I scolded, as we finally made it to the elevator.
“No promises,” he teased.
Something in the awkward moments of our “morning after” made everything feel like it had shifted.
I didn’t want to think about it or examine things too closely. So I was determined to just keep things
light and fun, and enjoy a day of pampering.
We were amicably silent on the walk to the spa. I couldn’t help but notice the tingling sensation I felt
every time we brushed against each other. It was nice and nerve–wracking at the same time.
Urma and Nelson were assigned to us at the front desk, and showed us back to the couples‘ massage
room. They dropped off fresh, clean robes and towels, and excused themselves while we changed. When the door closed, reality opened. I was nervous for really the first time around Patrick. Even being blindsided by his presence hadn’t made me nervous–quite the opposite even–but here we were expected to strip and prepare for our massages. What had he been thinking, inviting himself along for this? I understood that nudity was basically the norm amongst shifters, but no one had warned
me that being naked with my one true mate would make me a nervous, jittery mess.
I turned my back to him and quickly stripped. Even knowing he was watching me and knowing it was unnecessary. I couldn’t face him and I couldn’t turn around till I knew he was covered, too.
“Are you decent?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I’m covered. You can turn around. I certainly didn’t peg you for being modest. It doesn’t exactly come with the territory.”
I rolled my eyes. “Some things are best left to mystery,” I blurted out, thankful that knocked, and then peeked in to check on us.
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“Okay, you lovebirds, onto the tables. I’ll grab Urma and we can begin.”
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Before he closed the door back, I was already on the table getting into position. Nelson was bald and a little pudgy, and very likely gay. Patrick seemed more amused by him than intimidated. I put my face down into the hole on the table and tried to relax, even though every nerve in my body was hyper aware of my mate on the next table over. While I had told him we would not be within arm’s reach, the tables in the room were aligned so we absolutely could reach out and touch at any time. He proved that point as I lay there trying to ignore him and find some semblance of relaxation in a room that felt like it was suffocating me.
His hand gently glided up my side and across my shoulders.
“If you wanted a massage that badly, I’d have been happy to accommodate you last night.”
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