Chapter 43 Too Ordinary To Catch Your Eye

Dalton tilted his head and closed his eyes. Each time Wynter lowered her head, the tips of her hair brushed against his arm. When being massaged, senses tend to heighten. Dalton's gaze intensified as he saw her hair parted to one side. The massage was only twenty minutes, but he found himself wanting to play with her long hair several times as if he were under a spell. "All done," Wynter said calmly. She completed the massage with thumb pressure on acupuncture points below the knee. "You can wear your clothes now." It was then that Dalton noticed he was sweating a lot. But this wasn't the cold sweat he was used to with his illness. His body felt warm and cozy instead. He looked up at Wynter. His eyes were dark, gaze inscrutable. "Thank you." "We had limited time today. So, I just worked on stimulating your appetite." Wynter was sweating as well. Her face glistened with sweat, and her long hair lay damp against her neck, making her lips look even redder. She seemed aloof and ca