Sonny lay back, muscles tense, as Ashlyn’s hands moved over his shoulders, her touch both gentle and grounding. She leaned into each stroke, her fingers gliding over the lines of his back, working into every knot he’d earned from long days and late nights.  Her warmth seemed to seep into him, melting away his tension until all he could feel was the electricity in her touch, a quiet invitation in every press of her fingertips. As she leaned closer, her breath skimming over his neck, he closed his eyes, letting himself fall under her spell, wanting nothing more than to stay wrapped in this moment.