Lark was giggling hard at the sight in front of her right now. After convincing Max how they needed to raid one of his spas for product, which had resulted in his security team showing up when he failed to know the code for the security panel, they returned to Ollie’s condo.
Now they were all wearing mud masks while taking turns playing a racing game on the video console. Each round the winner got a massage, foot, hand, or shoulders, from the loser. They each had a beer beside them and the giggling which kept coming from Lark’s lips as Max massaged her feet kept them all chuckling.
“She’s so damn ticklish. Each time I touch her she’s laughing.” Max complained as he yanked her foot forward while Ollie and Johan cursed each other as they raced the screen.
“My face feels like it’s cracking
