Chapter 43 Not Interested

Landon tilted his head slightly, keeping his eyes closed.

Whenever Aria lowered her head, her hair would brush against his arm.

One's sensation would be amplified during a massage.

Landon's gaze darkened as he watched the way her hair tumbled down as she moved.

The massage only lasted about 20 minutes.

Throughout the session, Landon found himself tempted to run his fingers through her hair, feeling strangely captivated.

"Done. You can get dressed now," Aria stated matter-of-factly, ending with a firm press of her thumb near the knee.

Landon realized he was perspiring heavily. Unlike the clammy sweat of illness, his body felt warm all over.

When he looked at Aria, his eyes were intensely dark, revealing little of his thoughts. "Thank you."

"We're pressed for time today, so consider this just a trial of sorts," Aria remarked, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. Her long hair clung to her neck, accentuating her cool yet enchanting appearance, especially against her crimson lip