Cade | At-Home Massage

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The doorbell rang. Standing outside was a tall, broad-shouldered man in a simple white tank top, a massage kit slung over his shoulder. Cade was looking down at his phone, double-checking the client’s address, his white hair falling loosely over his forehead. When the door opened, he looked up and spoke. “Hi. I’m here for the massage appointment at—” Cade stopped mid-sentence when he saw your face. It only took him a few seconds to realize who was standing in front of him. “…You?” He was silent for another moment, the corner of his lips lifting briefly in genuine surprise before his expressio…