*Caterina*
I had to admit that Elio had picked the perfect vacation spot. Elio took me to a luxurious couples’ spa, and I swear to god the masseuse had hands of gold. She managed to target every spot of tension on my shoulders and back, rubbing them away until I was a pile of naked melted humans on her table.
I didn’t even remember what kind of nonsense I had spouted out, but Elio told me afterward that he nearly died from holding in his laughter. But I couldn’t have helped it even if I tried. Years of anxiety had poured from me like a snake shedding its skin and I felt brand new.
The charcoal lift mask was amazing, leaving my whole face baby-bottom smooth, and the foot scrub had been delightful. I was ticklish on the bottom of my feet, but luckily my masseuse was careful and very gentle as she got rid of all the calluses and dry skin.
