"You've gotten better," she said, setting aside her paperwork and leaning back in her chair as Cassian worked on her arms, which he hadn't focused on before. The tension eased from her muscles, making her not want to move at all.
Once he was done with her arms, Cassian shifted to her neck, kneading from just below her ears to her shoulders with his knuckles. He gradually transitioned to gentle, smooth strokes with his fingers, making her close her eyes in quiet relief. She didn't want to move a single muscle—not in her arms, shoulders, or even her face—as his fingers worked their way to her temples, across her scalp, and down to her cheeks.
"You've really gotten better..." she said again, this time sounding genuinely relaxed, her voice softer as if she truly meant it. Cassian only smirked, his face close to hers as his fingers moved with practiced gentleness.
