“Not a big deal the way your magic is not a big deal, or mine,” she muttered. He hit another sore spot and she bit her lips to hold back a yelp. She added, “wandering hands,” and laughed.
“Sorry!” He says apologetically, “I didn’t mean it.”
“Didn’t mean what?” Summer had to brace her elbows on her knees to keep from toppling over, so relaxed was she now. Vaguely she wished he would massage less and caress more.