Kate's lips parted in a quiet gasp.
The tension she hadn't realized she was carrying began to unravel under his touch.
Her head dipped forward as if surrendering to the sensation.
Ross noticed. "Feel that?" he murmured, his voice calm, smooth. "That knot doesn't stand a chance." His hands moved with practiced ease, kneading her shoulders, sliding up to her scalp, his fingers weaving into her hair as he massaged her temples with rhythmic pressure.
"Ohhhhhh…" The soft moan slipped from Kate's lips before she could stop it, echoing faintly in the quiet living room.
Her cheeks warmed, but the relief flooding through her muscles left her powerless to care.
Ross grinned to himself, though his expression remained composed when she glanced up briefly.
"Told you," he said, his tone teasing but light. "You've been carrying stress like armor. Let me break it all down."
Kate closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the cushions as his fingers worked wonders.
