He's Always

Sean's pov

I took Arabella to breakfast at the hotel restaurant for a quick checkout. She looked exhausted, but I put my arm around her waist so she wouldn't have trouble walking to our table. A waiter came to ask us what we'd chosen before leaving.

I looked at Arabella, leaning back and playing with her cell phone, then returned to holding her waist as she sighed. "Does it still hurt?"

"A little, but it's okay." Arabella smiled soothingly, but I quickly approached her, intending to give her a massage directly. "Sean! We're still in a public place." She whispered in panic when I sat next to her and touched the back of her waist suddenly.

I rubbed her lower back gently, not caring about Arabella's panic as long as she could be comfortable during breakfast. "I just want to massage you, Bella. Where does it still hurt?"

"A bit to the left... yes, up a bit. There, hm...." She sighed softly as my massage began, bending down slightly so my hands could better massage the areas she wanted.

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