Abi felt different kinds of shivers with those thumbs working on her tense muscles, pulling it all out of her. He was so intensely affectionate in ways that nobody else got to see except her, which she was so fucking grateful for. Her being the strong one was simple some days and harder on other days; Hemingway being willing to look after her, even for five minutes, was exactly what made it worth it.
After a few minutes, she leant further back against him and pulled his arms around her waist so they could just hold each other for a moment, just the sound of the crashing water to drown out any thoughts. Her hands felt tiny on top of his but they guided to settle on her flat stomach, her heart beating steadily in synch with his.