Liora
He dropped to his knees in front of me.
At first, he didn’t say anything, just looked up, his dark eyes catching mine for a second too long, like he was reading something off my face. Something even I didn’t know I was showing.
Then he lowered his gaze and reached for my foot.
And goodness...
His fingers were warm, bare, although not smooth; roughened a bit from years of being busy, always doing something. And when they brushed against my ankle, just briefly, I felt it.
A jolt.
Not pain.
Just… heat.
My breath hitched, so quietly it almost didn’t exist, but I felt it in my chest. And I hated that I felt it. Hated that something as simple as his touch could make me feel anything at all.
But still, I didn’t pull back.
I just sat there silently watching him as he unhooked one heel, then perfectly removed that one successfully.
Moving to the second heel, his fingers reached for the buckle slowly, carefully. Not because he had to be, but because he wanted to be. Teasing. Testing. Any
