"Good girl." He whispers, and she hides the blush with a drink from her glass. She hasn’t had the opportunity for contact like this, not since the first night. To go from nothing, to this, feels like sensory overload, to have so much contact all at once. She tries not to squirm, not give herself away. Blaise’s massage has slowed to gently tracing now, just under the hem of her skirt.