Carl slightly tilted his ear, his eyes half-closed.
Each time Amelia lowered her head, the tips of her hair brushed against his arm.
When someone is being massaged, their senses are heightened, making everything more intense.
Carl watched her long hair, which cascaded to one side, his gaze growing deeper.
The massage didn’t last long—only about twenty minutes—but Carl found himself repeatedly wanting to twirl her long hair around his fingers, almost as though he were enchanted.
"All done," Amelia’s voice was calm as she lightly pressed her thumb on the "Zusanli" acupuncture point to conclude the session. "You can put your clothes back on."
It was only then that Carl realized he had broken into a sweat.
Unlike the faint, cold sweat he usually had during a flare-up, his body felt warm
