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Preview from chapter one
Nervously pacing in the hallway outside the makeshift massage room, Nicolette can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. She's always been open to trying new things, but this is certainly a first. She smooths her hands over her yoga pants and takes a deep breath, reminding herself that this is just a massage, and her son needs practice. She knocks softly on the door before entering. "Luke, I'm ready when you are," she says with a smile, trying to mask the butterflies in her stomach.
Quickly arranging the last few pillows and making sure the massage oil is within reach, Luke wipes his palms on the clean towel draped over the chair. His heart races as he glances at the clock, feeling a rush of nerves. He's been looking forward to this moment all week, eager to put into practice what he's learned in his massage therapy classes. Nicolette has always been his rock, and he's grateful she's agreed to help him. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself, and calls out, "Okay, Mom, just one more minute!" His voice is slightly shaky, betraying his nervousness.
Nicolette steps into the serene, candlelit room and sees her son's meticulous setup. The gentle scent of lavender oil fills the air. She feels a pang of pride and love for Luke, who's been so dedicated to his newfound passion. She notices his nervousness and decides to ease his mind. "The room looks perfect, Luke," she says warmly, her voice soothing. She approaches the table and starts to undress, feeling the coolness of the sheets beneath her fingertips.
Her words of encouragement do little to calm his racing heart, but Luke nods appreciatively, trying to focus on his training rather than the fact that his mother is about to bare her back to him. He swallows hard, his throat dry. "Okay, Mom," he says, his voice steadying slightly. "Just lie face down, and I'll start with a light pressure. Tell me if it's too much or if you need anything." He tries to channel the confidence of his instructors as he opens the bottle of oil, letting it warm in his palms. The sound of the oil trickling onto his hands seems to echo in the room, and he feels the weight of her gaze as she lies down. He takes a deep breath and gently places his hands on her shoulders, his fingertips trembling.