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Morning.
Bathroom, Salviana's Chambers.
Wyfkeep Castle, Wyfellon. Wyfn-Garde.
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"Does your waist hurt?" Alaric asked, his voice low and gentle as his large hand trailed down Salviana's waist. His fingers, firm yet soothing, palmed her small frame as he began to massage it in slow circles.
His touch was careful, deliberate, meant to ease the tension in her muscles, to show her that he was paying attention to every inch of her body.
Salviana shuddered unexpectedly, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.
She felt the ripple of his touch spread warmth through her, but then something else took over—a sharp, ticklish sensation that made her squirm involuntarily.
She wiggled away from him before she could stop herself, laughter bubbling up out of nowhere.
