"Yes. You can press a little harder." She shifted and lifted herself so that he could see more of her back, her breasts rising above the water as beads of liquid drip down her pale skin. She doesn't completely turn but she shifts enough to reach a hand over her shoulder and gently guide Jon's fingers.

"Press here. Do you feel that? It's a place where muscle meets. You can slowly work from there and follow it."

Inesa turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder with a warm smile. This was nice. The light touches and warmth of his fingers. They are callused and imperfect but that's what made the entire experience feel imperfect. Dusk had been of the Fea blood and as such, his hands were delicate but harsh. In contrast, Jon was the complete opposite and that sent a comforting warm chill down her spin.