Cassian hesitated, his hands itching to wander lower, but the fear of offending his commandant held him back. Losing his job would be the least of his worries—he could very well lose his head.
His hesitation was understandable, but it planted a seed of doubt in Sher's mind. She couldn't help but wonder if Cassian simply wasn't interested in her body because of her age, making her feel a bit self-conscious.
'What were you thinking, Sher? A brat like him would never be interested in an old hag like you. Better find another way to keep him massaging you…' she scolded herself internally. Still, as she relaxed under his skilled touch, even without the healing sensation she'd felt before, the comfort alone was enough to keep her satisfied—for now.