Prompt: Massage
My hands trace gently over her skin, feeling her shallow, wheezing breaths escape her chest. The body aches, rest assured, are awful and violently chilling. She bundles against my chest, longing for the heat that gushes from my body. I wrap her in my arms, slowly circling my thumbs on her stomach to attempt to relax her. She moans in relief, my motions making her stress dissipate. I plant a kiss to her head, resting under my chin, and caress her arms slowly until she falls asleep.
She rests her weight against mine, and I support her in a spoon. My massage therapy worked, and now my Abby Scuito is asleep.