When Will offers Ryan a massage in the middle of the woods, Ryan can’t decide if it’s strange or charming. A massage table set up under the trees isn’t something you see every day, but Will’s smile is disarming, and curiosity wins out. Ryan stretches out, the forest sounds blending with the rhythm of Will’s hands easing the tension from his shoulders. What begins as an impulsive encounter slowly turns into something surprisingly intimate — quiet, warm, and real. The two talk in low tones, laughing at how random the moment is, yet neither wants it to end. Sunlight filters through the leaves, the world slows down, and Ryan realizes it’s not about the massage anymore. It’s about trust, about being seen, about letting a stranger’s calm energy settle something restless inside him. When it’s over, they sit side by side in the fading light, not saying much — just breathing, content to share the stillness before heading their separate ways.
