"If you try anything weird, I swear I'll kick you in the face—hard," Lumine warned, lying down on the bed with her back facing up. Her tone was serious, and her glare made it clear she wasn't joking, even as she prepared to let Cassian give her a massage.
Cassian smirked but didn't respond. He placed his hands on her shoulders, starting the massage, but as his eyes wandered, his thoughts began to stray. At first, he had no intentions beyond helping her relax, but now… well, now things were different.
Her athletic frame caught his attention—well-defined muscles beneath her snug clothes that hugged her figure perfectly. The curve of her back was pronounced, narrowing into her slim yet toned waist, and below that, her full, rounded rear. Her muscular thighs were just as eye-catching, powerful and shapely. It was… distracting, to say the least.
As his hands worked on her shoulders, Cassian's focus wavered, and rational thought started to slip away, bit by bit.