It’s quieter now, but the tension hasn’t gone — Max stays close, fingers gliding slower than before, as if savoring what’s left of her tension 🕯️ she’s not tense anymore, just still — like her body has given him the last of what it held back earlier 💫 every stroke is smoother, more patient, his hands brushing across her in long arcs that settle her into the table like silk 🫠 nothing rushed, nothing forced — Max brings it to a close the same way he started: in control, tuned in, leaving her with nothing left to say