She was tense. Stiff neck. Sore shoulders.
He offered. “I used to know what I was doing.”
She laughed, skeptical — until his hands started moving.
Firm. Controlled. Slow.
He found the tension… and didn’t ask for permission.
He just handled it.
She tried to talk.
But her breath caught.
Not from pain. Not even surprise.
But something deeper.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the couch.
By the time he stopped, she was silent.
Still. Breathless.
“I… I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she whispered.
Neither did he.
But now?
They both knew something had changed.