Romans & histoires Put Yourself In His Shoes

I think if I make him wear it, he would get just as much satisfaction out of it. And after whining like a little boy, he successfully sneaks in behind me as we find our way inside the lady's restroom. They think I will do to keep this man happy. So just as I am trying to step out of my shoes, he stops me. …Sebastian POV…

I said to him and also made it clear to him because I was really angry. "Now Marcie, I want you to put yourself in my shoes, as I have already put myself in your shoes. How do you expect me to play such tricks on you? I was really amazed, and that is why I decided to share it with you as well. You know what? If you find it difficult to believe me, come back home and witness everything for yourself," he said to me. He was really serious with the words he said, but there was no way that sort of transformation could even be possible.

Aaron: “Uhm… in 11th grade, I was working for this restaurant after school so I could afford basic needs and not trouble my parents. I’d been saving all month for new shoes. I’d recount my money every day, just to make sure nothing was missing and that I was getting closer. Finally, at the end of the month, I had it all. So I rushed to the store and got them—the popular shoes, the ones all the boys had. My shoes were worn out, and I always got made fun of.

He takes the shoes from my hands and puts them in his lap. “Left,” he instructs, holding out his hand. I cross my legs and lift my left foot, placing my heel in his palm. He picks up one of the shoes from his lap, gently holding my ankle as he slides it onto my foot. “You have a thing for feet, Adrian?” “No. But it looks like I might be developing one,” he says with a grin, releasing my leg. “Right.”

It became crucial however, because that is what had me and Cassian talking to each other during that dinner. "I asked you not to fear me," he said with a disappointed sigh. I took my time to answer, studying him and waiting patiently for him to be the one to see it before I had to point it out. When I saw that nothing was getting to him, I simply looked into his eyes and on the table where he almost crushed it and said to him, "Put yourself in my shoes. Won't you be terrified if you watched what you did?" Cassian was about to open his mouth and answer immediately, but he paused for a second longer.

I show him the box. "What shoes?" "The ones you bought me. I want to return them. Thanks but..." He looks at me, startled. "I didn't buy you shoes!" ^^^^^^^^

It makes my pulse quicken. His gaze leaves mine and slowly travels down my body. He was wrong about the red shoes being his memory, because they’re about to become our memory. He told me once that he’d like to see me wearing nothing but these shoes. Wish granted. A smile explodes onto his face when he gets to my feet. “Fuck me” he gasps. “My favorite shoes” He goes to stand. I immediately hold my hand out to stop him. I’m nervous, but I want to do something I used to do for some of my clients.

He said as he put the car into gear. “I know." “If I were you, I would try not enraging him further." “Yeah, Cam. Thank the gods you aren't me. You wouldn't want to be in my shoes right now. It sucks

So, he knows how to be cheesy, huh? “O-ouch!” It’s just my drama. I will surprise him with a cringe line after this. I want to see him blush and awkward, just like before. “W-What’s wrong? Right, I forgot to give your shoe back. You must be hurt walking barefoot.” He knelt and lifted my foot. He first put on the other pair that I was holding. Then, he put on the other pair that he was holding, the one I threw back then before I dragged him here.

’ At that precise moment, he was in the driving seat and she was standing in the road waiting to be run over. ‘Absolutely.’ His voice was as hard as his gaze was unsympathetic. ‘In your position I’d be quaking in my boots and I’d be using every trick in the book to try and save myself, even down to the high heels, the innocent smile and the shiny hair. Go for it, I say.’ ‘I don’t understand what you’re implying.’ Did he realise how uncomfortable she was in the shoes and the heels? Did he know that she’d been trying to impress him?