“Work,” I mutter instead, referring to the persistent call. As Zeath’s number is unsaved, it’s easier to lie. “I took this trip to get away from work.”

“I understand,” Christopher groans, “it can be exhausting sometimes.”

“True.”

For the rest of the time, there’s silence. We merely listen to the ASMR playing in our ears as I gently massage Christopher’s body.

The man soon falls asleep, but I don’t. I don’t even feel relaxed.

Zeath’s call has elevated my nerves ...