Chapter 3: Rising Action
Dr. Sarah Johnson's expert hands deftly navigated James's tight, knotted, and tense shoulder muscles. With just enough pressure to elicit a deep sigh from him, she moved them rhythmically, like a maestro leading an orchestra. Gliding effortlessly over his taut skin, her fingers traced every line, curve, and ridge. Every touch sparked an elemental current, a bolt of lightning between two electrical charges.
"Just relax, James. Give in to the sensations," Dr. Johnson whispered, casting a furtive glance at his now flushed face.