She let him tug her down, curling up at his side but laying her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm across his chest. To say she wasn't quite ready to stop touching him would be an understatement.

"Kind of all over the place, I guess," she answered as she relaxed against him. "There are businesses on Earth devoted to massage, either for pleasure and relaxation or as a form of physical therapy. I studied a bit of the therapeutic aspects when I was training, and I ended up using it on Remy pretty often. He was an amazing fighter himself, and quick on his feet, but could also be pretty reckless, which got him into a lot of scrapes."

If only she'd had more of those kinds of days with him. She regretted so much how long she'd kept him at arm's length, all that time they could have spent together - wasted.