Claire's POV
Nestled in Louis' hold, I felt more at peace than I had all day. His warmth wrapped around me like a shield while I sat straddling his lap with my head tucked against his shoulder.
One of his hands rested on my waist while the other worked slowly against my lower back, his fingers pressing into the aching muscles with careful, kneading motion.
A soft moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it, my eyes fluttering shut as the stiffness slowly melted beneath his touch. Every gentle knead made my body loosen a little more, tension draining from me in waves.
"Right there," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
