I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah pressed his forehead further into the headrest, sucking air through his teeth as Hotaru worked on his most sensitive, taught muscle. His jaw set and he wanted to move away from her. Sher persisted despite his wriggling, and he knew that she would do so. In his head, he knew it was going to hurt, and he knew he needed to relax, but actually practicing that knowledge was difficult. Finally, though, with her warning, Noah made himself go limp and relax under her touch.
"Sorry." He murmured, trying even to press himself more into her touch. It was only a slight movement, and he hoped she would think it was to help her loosen the knots beneath his skin. It was, though, and attempt to drink in her touch. The feel of her hands over his scarred back and ribcage. Finally, he inhaled and filled his lungs as full as they would go, before letting it slowly out through his mouth as if he were going to fill the whole spa with his breath.
NOAH
