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She pressed harder into him and he groaned softly. “It will feel better in a minute,” she promised.

“No pain, no gain?”

“Something like that.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “That feels great,” he said. “You might not do this for a living, but you’re good at it.”

She shifted and he tensed. “Don’t move,” she said as she slipped out from behind him, leaving him to recline against the cushions. “Let me work it from the front.”

She dug in again and her hands trembled. She braced her hand beside his head, intending to use her elbow to get at the muscle in his joint, but she lost her focus. Instead of continuing with the massage, she leaned all the way down, bracing her hand on the other side of his head. Fleetingly, she thought this was such a bad idea for so many reasons. But the impulse came over her and she couldn’t help herself. He seemed so alone, so isolated; she wanted to comfort him in a more intimate way. She brushed her lips across his.