<div align="center">Eyes the color of a lioness’ peered down as Thomas came back to himself, finally realizing that there was finally someone there with him. That same string of consciousness woven between them allowed for her to feel the sudden shift in his emotions, letting her know if she was doing something right or wrong. Call it cheating, but it was an effective way to be remembered by a victim, to stroke them in all the right ways. <br/><br/>Eden firmly worked from the small of his back upward, letting her fingers massage away all the tension she could find. She was a miracle worker, taking very little time to undo what many days of stress had done. When she got higher up on his back, she scooted forward ever so slightly, leaning the rest of the way. Her nipples brushed against his back, hard within their silk confines, her hands brushing gently over his skin after each knot she massaged out.<br/><br/>“Tell me what is on your mind, Thomas?” Eden purred, inviting him to unload his worries, weaving an aura of trust – It was a dream, right? Dreams couldn’t tell anyone what someone had said. <br/><br/>Leaning down so that her breath caressed his ear, the smell of jasmine and lavender was strong with her so close, her name but a sigh upon her tongue. “Eden.”</div>