The gentle symphony of the ocean waves played in the background as Alex and Incursio sat inside their small candle-lit wooden cabana on the beach. The warm glow of the lanterns flickered across their skin, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
The day had been filled with laughter, adventure, and a kind of peace that neither of them was accustomed to. But after swimming, exploring, and simply basking in each other's company, the fatigue was beginning to settle in.
Alex stretched his arms with a groan. "I didn't realize how much tension I was carrying until now."
Incursio, who had been sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow. "You're always moving. Always fighting. Of course, your body is worn."
He smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Maybe. Guess I need a massage."
She scoffed. "Do I look like a masseuse?"
Alex grinned. "No, but you do have strong hands. Besides, if you give me one, I'll return the favor."
