“Machine takes like twenty minutes.” He slides down, lifting my legs so he can sit down, and pulls them back on his lap, automatically massaging my sore feet with strong, divine, warm hands. Arrick gives the best foot rubs in the history of all that is holy; he always did. He has the magic hands of a sorcerer when it comes to all kinds of rubs. His shoulder rub is about the only thing in the world that can send me to sleep in under a minute.

If it didn’t weird him out so much, I ...