Viola blinked, her mouth going dry at his words. A massage. From her. On him. Her eyes moved over Sebastian's body again, his skin still carrying that wild, heated glow from the shift, muscles coiled tight beneath the surface like he was barely holding his wolf in check. The sight made her stomach twist with nerves and something far more dangerous. She could never dare to touch his skin.
"You… want me to give you a massage?" She whispered.
He nodded.
"I have never done it before. Not once. I wouldn't even know how to start or where to begin." Not unless he wanted her to pinch his skin, she genuinely didn't know the first thing about massage.
Though many werewolves frequented the massage houses built into packs for relaxation after a shift, with sections for females with male masseuses and sections for males with female masseuses, Viola had never once stepped foot inside one. She had only heard that things far beyond massage tended to happen there.
