So when Zinnia offered to give him another massage, Yannis figured he had better delegate some tasks in advance, just in case he ended up inserta again and nothing important got delayed.
“All done.” Yannis said as he walked over. He had changed into comfortable loungewear: a white crewneck tee and black sweatpants, looking fresh and
clean.
Spotting the open bag of chips on the table, he chuckled and said, “You like cucumber–flavored chips?” Reaching for one, he popped it into his mouth
Zinnia nodded, crunching on a chip. She said, “I quite like the cucumber flavor. It’s refreshing.”
“I’ll have them buy more cucumber–flavored ones next time,” Yannis said after trying a chip. He wasn’t really into snacks, he usually had his assistant buy them. Still, he made a mental note of her preference for cucumber–flavored chips.
“Going to sleep on the couch again?” Zinnia asked as she wiped her hands with a wet wipe. She remembered Yannis had slept on the couch the last time.
“The couch is fine,” Yannis said. He honestly didn’t mind Zinnia staying in his room during the massage, but since he was a guy and she was a girl, it just wouldn’t feel right.
Zinnia said, “Alright. Lie down, I’ll give you a massage.” As she stood up, she suddenly realized that the sofa looked different than before.
The old sofa was flat and had no armrests, so Zinnia had to kneel awkwardly on the floor to give him a massage last time.
Now, with the new sofa’s armrests at just the right height for Yannis to rest his head, Zinnia could finally sit comfortably, no more straining herself by kneeling.
“Here, Zinnia, sit on this,” Yannis said, suddenly producing an adorably soft stool printed with a cartoon sheep picture.
Zinnia burst into laughter at the sight: a tall, imposing Yannis holding a tiny stool. She said, “Are you trying to treat me like a baby? You even picked one with a sheep on it.”
Yannis said, “Aren’t you my little one? Only you can fix what’s wrong with me; otherwise, I wouldn’t trouble you like this. You’ve been working so hard for
- me.
“Since I can’t assist with the treatment, I promise I’ll never let you be mistreated in any other way.”
Yannis never expected Zinnia to care about him so much. He had never really taken his insomnia seriously, never even considered that if it kept up, he might just die one day. Whether life or death, it didn’t really matter to him.
He thought, ‘I should’ve died over a decade ago. I just got lucky and was saved, but the person who mattered most to me never came back.”
Last time, Zinnia had offered to give Yannis a massage so suddenly that nothing had been prepared at home, leaving Zinnia no choice but to kneel uncomfortably on the hard floor to help him out.
Although he wasn’t sure if she’d do it again, Yannis subconsciously replaced the sofa. He even had a custom–made stool to fit her height.
Taking the stool, Zinnia sat down and said gently, “Lie down.”
Yannis lay on the sofa, his head resting on the armfest. From where he lay, Zinnia’s face filled his view.
They were so close that, with his keen eyes, Yannis could make out the fine down on Zinnia’s cheeks and her thick, beautifully curled lashes, slightly lowered over those mesmerizing eyes.
He felt that if he stared into them for too long, he might just lose himself in them.
Zinnia looked down at him gently. She asked, “Need me to keep talking to help you relax?”
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Yannis froze, momentarily stunned by her question.
“Still nervous !” Zinnia asked softly, remembering how tense he’d been last time
“Wait, so all that talking last time was just because I was nervous?” Yannis said, instantly catching her drift, as sharp as ever.
“Yeah, Zinnia replied.
For a moment, an unfamiliar emotion swelled up in Yannis’s chest. Not knowing whether it was the medicine taking effect or something else, in either case, his heart felt strangely warm.
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