"Oh, that's just cheating."

But she rolled over eagerly enough, laying on her stomach, curious to see how good was good. It was the one thing Xavier's never had and always needed (aside from a consistent and flexible medical staff), a professional masseuse. Because, seriously, how many fewer fistfights would they have with each other if they could come home to a nice massage?

And if he really was good, would Rachel really let him go? The idea of regular... backrubs was almost more enticing than, well, the other.