“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.
”To hurt you,” he tells her, kissing the top of her head, “you feel a lot less tense now.”
“‘s fine.” She took his hands and wrapped them around her shoulders, pulling him to lie over her back like a cloak. “Thank you. For letting me do this. For believing that I could.”