Yohan smeared the oil across her back, his hands moving slowly as he worked it into her skin. Emily lay face down, a towel draped loosely over her lower body.
Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of her panties peeking out from beneath the fabric. The sight tugged at his focus, tempting him to dive right in—but he forced his attention back to her back, steady and controlled.
"I can tell you've been under a lot of stress lately," he said, his voice low and soothing as his palms glided over her oiled skin.
"Mmm…" she exhaled softly, her body sinking deeper into the bed as the tension began to melt away.
For a moment, she let herself drift in the comfort, then the thought returned.
Her expression tightened slightly, the ease slipping from her face.
"Yohan…" she began, her voice quieter now, uncertain. "Did you really kill someone?"
The question hung in the air.
His hands stilled for just a second. Then he exhaled quietly and resumed the massage.
