Madisyn jolted at his touch. A shiver ran down her spine, and her head spun as explicit images flickered through her mind.
His hand released her skin for a moment as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to give you a massage on your legs now?"
Madisyn blushed fiercely, stammering, "N-no. Thanks." She cleared her throat, "I definitely feel better now." She quickly fastened her bra and slipped on her shirt.
As she adjusted herself to a seated position, Ethan watched her with an expectant gaze, his arms folded and his head tilted slightly to one side.
"What?" she asked, noticing his intense stare.
"It's your turn now." His lips curled into a teasing smile.
"My turn?" Madisyn was caught off guard; she didn't recall mentioning that she would need to give a massage in return.
"Yes. My muscles are tense too." His voice carried a playful hint of mischief.
