"If you keep making noise, I will stop," he snaps, the warning sharp.
That is threat enough. I clamp my mouth shut and hold myself back, savoring the relief in silence.
Finally, he stops.I lazily turn onto my side, feeling utterly relaxed, like a cat basking in the sun.
He gets up and walks into the bathroom. I can hear the sound of running water. A moment later, he emerges. There are some water droplets on his face, glistening slightly, as if he just splashed his face with cold water.
"Where did you learn to massage like that?" I ask, my voice still slightly husky from relaxation.
Vega sits down on the edge of the bed opposite me. He picks up the pill bottle the doctor left behind, reading the labels as he answers. "My mother."
"She must have been amazing," I murmur.
He doesn't respond for a while. He sets the pill bottle down slowly, his gaze moving from the label to his hands. "I am sorry about today."
