other areas.
I can certainly train myself in this, as well.
Taking a nervous gulp, I was about to close the distance between us before Finnick stirred. "Too hot," he muttered and literally pushed me away before turning on the other side as if we were on a bed.
I frowned at the unconscious move as I watched him pout his lips before his eyes further squeezed and slowly opened. It took a minute of blinking and the furrow of his brows for him to turn his eyes to the side to acknowledge me.
"Hmm?" A few more blinks and a yawn had him looking clearly at me now. "Kaito? Why you frowning like someone broke your heart?"
"You broke my heart," I grumbled and sat up.
"Did I?" Finnick questioned as he sat up and stretched his arms. "Well, shit. I better start looking for the pieces and glue it back together before Brianne hears about it."
He had a valid point, but I felt a bit disappointed in my delay. Deciding to discard it, I noticed how dark it was outside. "I'm sure the others are back by now."
"Probably," Finnick replied. "But maybe they're having some alone time or something. Jax did mention something about wanting to treat Red."
"He always wants to treat Brianne," I countered, cracking my neck before attempting to get the knot out of my shoulder.
"He's madly in love with her," Finnick casually replied as he went on his knees and began to shuffle over to me. "Besides, they were married in their last lives so I guess that connection of reincarnation runs deep."
"Probably," I replied. "It's nice to see him so in love."
"It's a blessing and a curse," Finnick admitted before placing his hands on my shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a massage? Don't your shoulders hurt?"
"Well...kind of."
"Then?"
"Aren't you tired?"
"Not anymore," Finnick declared with pride. "That nap was good, but it's too hot now," he confessed and began massaging my shoulders. I had to stop the vibrating noise that was threatened to bounce against the inner walls of my throat.
I hadn't realized just how badly my shoulders needed a massage. Normally Master ZenSu encouraged us to go regularly due to the stiffness, knots, aches, and pains we'd get from training so vigorously, but damn. This was doing some major justice on my tight muscles.
"Damn, Kaito. When was the last time you got a massage?"
"I can't remember."
"Well, that's bad." Finnick laughed. "Guess that means a long-ass time."
"Pretty much." I sighed. "Training didn't really give me an opportunity to do so."
"You really should try and get one done before we return to school. Next semester is going to be hectic," he suggested with emphasis on what was to come.
"I know," I answered and allowed myself to further relax. "Though you're doing pretty good."
Finnick quietly chuckled as he carried on with the massage, and I closed my eyes for a brief moment to just enjoy the movement of his strong fingers and palms working on my flesh. It was extra effective seeing as I was wearing a tank top while he wasn't wearing a shirt.
I regretted not waking up earlier so I could have admired his body more like I had observed the details of his face.
You snooze, you lose.
"My mom used to say if I decided Witchling wasn't my thing or the arts didn't intrigue me, that I should become a magic masseuse."
"Magic masseuse?"
"Ya," he quietly responded. "Think of it like a massage therapist that specializes in focusing on the key points in your body that are lacking in magic or have too much magic. It's their job to not only massage any physical ailments and remove the knots and nicks, but we have to analyze and deal with the imbalance of magic that sometimes packs up in certain parts of your body. For some people, it's common in their shoulders, especially guys. For girls, it's more in their wrists, hands, and legs."
This was literally my first time hearing about it, and I was completely intrigued.
"That's amazing," I praised.
"Yup! I spent one summer when I was really young watching one. I think my mom was good friends with him or something and he'd babysit me when my older brother couldn't. This was obviously before we all met. He'd teach me bits and pieces of his practice and why it was important," Finnick explained.
He paused in his massage to take a few breaths before his voice was a bit deeper. "Begin to take deep breaths. I'll show you an example."
There wasn't a doubt in