Kira Ford

"Hey, what are you—!" Kira flinched and shrunk forward, away from Conner's hands.

"Just—relax, okay? It'll make you feel better."

"Why can't I get a real massage? You know, from someone who knows what they're doing?"

Conner looked insulted. "I know what I'm doing!" A little calmer. "Plus, I'm free."

Well, he had a point there. "Fine."

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