“Ar!” he screamed like an injured animal when I squeezed his shoulders. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Hush. If it’s not painful, is this still a massage?” I chuckled and squeezed him harder.
He squirmed under my hands, which was fun to watch given he was such a large man.
He hissed. “I think you are trying to murder me here while making me squash my ball laying on the bed.”