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“I said I was fine,” Sky grumbled.
“You’re not,” Bridge told him cheerfully with a shove. Sky glared, but rolled onto his stomach. Bridge nodded, sat low on his back and began to massage.
“I’m…”
“No, you’re not. You’re giving me a headache.”
Sky winced and offered an apology right as Bridge found the knot that was troubling him. He groaned. It hurt, but it would be worth it when Bridge was done. Finally the tension in his back began to ease and he relaxed.
Bridge eased off, stretched out next to him, “Better.”
“Much.”
“I deserve kisses.”
Sky agreed.