Her eyes had kept fluttering close with each gentle stroke of his fingers through her hair. The soft pressure of his thumbs at the base of her skull, the slow, deliberate way he massaged the back of her neck, it was heaven.
Like he somehow knew exactly where the tension lived and how to melt it away with just the right amount of touch. It made her body go lax, her shoulders finally slumping forward as the last remnants of stress dissolved under his careful hands.
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