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Silas's hands, warm and smooth, moved over Ivy's lower back, following the nice curve of her spine up to her shoulders.
She rested on the sofa with her face down, letting out a happy sigh as his hands pressed firmly into a tight spot.
"Mmm, right there," she mumbled into the sofa, her voice laced with relaxation. "Your hands are magic."
When Silas stated that he would comfort her through a massage, Ivy suspected foul play, but when his warm hand slowly relieved her tension point, she chided herself.
Silas even asked for oil to massage her, and Ivy only felt ashamed for her dirty thoughts.
'Here he is trying his best to comfort you, but you are suspecting him! What can he do with just a single massage, huh?'
Silas smiled, though she couldn't see it.
He loved this, loved the trust she placed in him, and the way her body reacted to his touches.
