Můj přítel mě vzal po boxer zápase

After his intense boxing match, he was still buzzing with adrenaline, his muscles tense, his body warm from the fight. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. Without a word, I led him to the couch, gently pushing him down to sit. I started by massaging his shoulders, feeling the tightness under my fingertips, slowly working to ease the tension. He let out a deep sigh, his body gradually relaxing under my touch. I traced my fingers along his arms, his back, soothing every sore muscle. Then, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my cheek against his, whispering soft words, letting him know how proud I was of him. His hands found mine, squeezing gently. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the warmth between us, the quiet comfort, and the way he melted into me, finally letting go of the fight and surrendering to my touch