Valkyrie BehatiWhen he came back, I sat beside Alex, gently massaging his back, he gave a low grunt of satisfaction. “Ah, that part feels good,” he said, his voice rumbling with relief. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the knots, and the stiffness that had built up over time. He had been complaining about the discomfort for days, and I was determined to help him feel better.I continued to apply steady pressure, my fingers working through the tight spots, seeking out the areas where his body held the most stress. “You have a lot of tension in your back,” I remarked, feeling the knots beneath my fingertips. “If this doesn't get worked out, it'll just make you more tired.”Alex sighed, his breath deep and slow, a sign that the massage was starting to take effect. “What about here?” I asked, pressing gently on his ribcage. I felt a subtle shift as a few of his joints cracked, releasing the built-up tension. His reaction was immediate—a deep, almost primal moan of relief and pl
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