[Leif's Chamber—Night—Leif's POV]
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"Here?"
Alvar asked, his deep voice rumbling close as I lay flat on my stomach, half-naked, the sheets cool against my skin. His palm brushed across my back, warm and steady, pausing between my shoulder blades.
I let out a small sigh. "No… a little lower."
His hand slid down, fingers tracing the curve of my spine. "Here?" he asked again, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he already knew the answer.
I grumbled into the pillow. "Lower, Alvar. Don't act clueless now."
This time, he pressed just above my hips, dangerously close to my butt. "You mean… here?" His tone carried that sly amusement he never bothered to hide.
Heat crawled up my cheeks. "Yes," I muttered quickly, "right there. It hurts a lot there."
