Anything She Wants

He got down on his one knee and gently held her soft feet in his hand. Ara turned rigid. He brought his face nearer and ran the tip of his fingers along the curve of her feet. She clutched tightly at the bread spread as his touch felt ticklish. His thumb moved repeatedly on the top of her big toe where a scar was sitting.

"What happened here?" he asked intrigued, as his thumb stroked the scar in a very smooth manner.

"Huh?" she opened her eyes 

"There is a scar here," he gently pressed his thumb on the mark. 

"I.I got it when I was a child.......I fell while playing," a soft smile tugged over his lips. He caressed the scar tenderly before bending and pressing hi