"The oil needs to be spread evenly for maximum effectiveness," Samuel explained, his voice dropping slightly lower.
"Mmm," Heena agreed absently, too relaxed to question the statement.
His hands slid higher up her back, fingers tracing along her shoulder blades.
Then back down, but this time the descent continued past her lower back to her hips.
"The tension extends down here too," Samuel said quietly. "Connected muscle groups."
"Makes sense," Heena mumbled, her body warm and pliant under his ministrations.
She still hadn't realized the shift in intent.
Samuel's hands became bolder, moving to her sides, his thumbs brushing along the curves of her waist.
"You're still very tense here," he murmured, his breath now noticeably closer to her ear.
Heena made a soft sound of agreement, leaning into his touch.
His hands slid forward slightly, no longer staying strictly on her back.
"Samuel..." she said, but it came out more as a sigh than a protest.
