Her tender side

Sara POV

"Sara, which institute did you learn massage therapy from?" She was enjoying my massage.

It amazes me that a simple massage can transform her into an adorable aunt. She's speaking to me so tenderly right now. Hearing her lovely voice made me feel a little guilty about what I had done to her only a few minutes before in an attempt to teach her a valuable lesson. However, since I have already massaged oil all over her body, there is little I can do to assist her at this point.

"Would you like some coffee, madam?" I tried to disregard her questions about my education because I didn't want to lie to her any longer about my massage therapy degree.

"Sara, please don't put too much pressure on your injured feet. I'll make us some coffee."

"What?" When I heard her, my jaw fell open.

How did she become so kind to me? Is this all a result of my clit-rubbing? I questioned myself.

"Allow me to assist you." I assisted her in getting out of bed, as she was struggling to do so due to