Wren let out another groan as the warm oil coated his back.
"Haah~" Wren breathed out with his muscles melting into the table and then the therapist suddenly stopped moving her hands across his skin.
"Why did you stop?" Wren asked as he shifted his head on the padded cradle to look back over his shoulder.
"The ninety-minute massage has ended, sir… It finished just now." the therapist replied with a soft voice as she grabbed a fresh towel.
Wren blinked as the words registered in his relaxed brain. He pulled himself up from the table with the linen sheets sliding off his lower back.
"Thank you," Wren said with a satisfied sigh. "That was very helpful in clearing the stress."
His body that had ached in some parts for the past few days, including in places he didn't even know existed, now felt light as a feather. The therapist lowered her flushed face to the floor.
"You are welcome, sir." she murmured softly.
