Chapter 36
Hazel POV
The dawn light barely crept through the blinds, casting thin, hazy lines across the bedroom floor. But the quiet intimacy of the room was broken by a dull ache in my muscles. I was a strong lady, but no amount of physical training could have prepared me for the previous night. My body felt as if I had been put through a meat grinder and then reassembled with my bones and muscles just a little bit wrong.
I kept glaring at Val, who was perfectly content, a small, knowing smirk plastered on his face. He was massaging my sore back and waist, his large, warm hands working out the knots with effortless ease.
The sensation was both a source of relief and an absolute torment. Relief because, well, the man was a genius at massages. Torment because every touch was a reminder of why I was so sore in the first place.
"I'm never doing that with you again," I swore, the words muffled by the pillow I had buried my face in.
