"Your turn," He told her, resting his forehead against her and his hands slid down to her neck and shoulders. She stiffened but relaxed just as quickly. She wasn't exactly used to having someone's hand around her neck and that end well but she trusted him, with her heart of hearts.
"You don't ha--" a soft moan bled into her words as he began to apply small circles of pressure on her tense muscles. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed. She could only imagine what she felt like, she could feel the weight of the tension herself, she knew she must have felt like a stone beneath his hand.
Soon though, his skillful hands kneaded the muscles of her lats into soft tissue. She reached up, taking his hands and gently guiding them back. There was an immediate spike of apprehension as his hand brushed the start of her scar lines, mostly out of habit but she shook it, opening her eyes and looking up at him, her eyes dusting over his lips for a moment before she spoke.
"Most of the tensions here." She told him softly, her voice just over a whisper. Her scars were always a reminder of how weak she'd been, how naive, and foolish. She trusted a man, before knowing him, but looking at Cole now, having done the same thing, trusting a man she did not know, finding out who he was after, they weren't that anymore, they were a reminder that she was strong, that she endured.