Way Better Than Physio

Jacob walks in thinking this is physio, so when Daisy slides the door behind him and says strip for the shower, he kinda laughs. Cute joke, right? Then she doesn't blink. He peels everything off anyway—hell, this trip’s already burned the whole afternoon. Next minute he’s on the mat, warm oil everywhere, and her naked body is gliding over him like she’s trying to win a bet. His brain finally yells stop. Wrong clinic, champ. Not a physiotherapist. This is the full-body NURU workout, skin to skin, full pressure, no apology. By the time Daisy finishes explaining, the massage oil’s already talking louder than logic. He figures, fuck it, appointment’s paid for and maybe it ends messy in the best way.