Massa and Nancy smiled and left. They closed the door behind them to give the two privacy, then went to go help make dinner. Hector and Jerome were starting the roast as Massa and Nancy walked in, smiling at the news that both Stella and Claude were okay. Claude kept his mouth over her scars, his warm breath cascading over her shoulder. She could now clearly feel his tongue tracing over the wound, he was hoping it would help her relax and feel better. He was delighted when Stella intertwined their fingers and nuzzled her. His free hand dipped into the tub and caressed her right hip, keeping their nuzzling close. Claude had no idea why he was being so bold, he hoped it wouldn't make her upset, he was being a bit rude in his opinion. For some reason, he felt so relaxed and yet so tense around her. It was like he was walking on eggshells, and yet it also like walking on air, it was an odd but pleasant combination. In his musing he had forgotten that he had grabbed her hip. He was about to pull his hand away, worried that it would upset her that he was being so forward