Ciara heaved a sigh of relief as the soft fingers of her masseuse roamed and pressed the skin of her oiled back tenderly. She moaned when the pads of her fingers worked on a stiff muscle on her lower back then smiled when she felt the muscle relax under her ministration.
"I wish it could never end," she said in a muffled voice through the soft semicircle pillow. "I can't believe we have just Sunday."
"I know, right? I wish we could just stay an extra week or something but we can't," came his muffled reply from beside Ciara on his own massage table.
"I still don't like the fact that this vacation was rushed. The week is just an enemy," she said and heard the stiffled laughter of her masseuse.
"That's the perks of being an adult, Cici," Mason added and hissed when his masseuse pressed ha
