4. “Do you…well…I mean…I
could give you a massage?”Oliver loved his job, he really did.
But the long hours spent in front of a computer, typing endlessly, in
a stiff backed chair, were not the most comfortable. He usually ended
up going home, stiff and aching, with stinging eyes and cracking
knuckles. He’d tried heat packs, electroshock therapy, and even a
brief stint with yoga, but the only thing that really helped was a
massage. Since he couldn’t afford to spend the time or money on
professional help, he just tried to deal with it.After a particularly long day, in which
his boss asked him to stay after and work on patching a security
breech, Oliver emerged from the office at around 7:30. He was in a
foul mood worsened by a downpour of rain that kept his windshield
wipers on full speed and soaked him on the walks between building to
car to building. He didn’t even notice Connor in his living room
until his arms and lips engulfed him in a welcoming kiss.
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