The masseur had somehow moved onto the bed, kneeling beside me. "It might be better if you remove everything. Don't worry, I can't see anything anyway."

I glanced at my husband, noticing he didn't object.

Biting my lip, I removed the last of my clothing, leaving me completely exposed.

I peeked at the masseur's face, which remained impassive, seemingly confirming his inability to see.

Burying my face in my arms, I felt a flutter of ...