••• Victoria’s POV •••
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed to his request.
“Turn around,” he commanded gently, and I did, folding my arms at the edge of the hot spring and resting my chin on top of my hands.
When I felt Damien’s hands land on my shoulders and begin kneading the muscles there, a soft sigh left my lips.
“You are so tense, V,” I heard him murmur.
“I never knew snorkeling would take that much energy,” I whined, making him chuckle.
His hands kept moving expertly, massaging my arms and hands.
When he reached my back, I squirmed and wriggled as it was kind of ticklish and painful in a good way, just like when you massage a bruise. An uncontrolled moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
Damien's hand stilled, and I felt him shift, causing the water to ripple
