She wasn't entirely sure how they'd ended up sitting in the candlelight with his hands gently caressing her feet, but she couldn't bring herself to complain, especially when it felt so unbelievably good. Her feet were sore from the dancing, and a contented sigh escaped her lips as his fingers untangled the pain and tightness in her muscles. Her eyelashes fluttered a little.
The corners of her mouth ticked upwards in a smile at his words. “You want to teach me to dance. You want to rub my feet. The things you want always work out so well for me,” she replied, amused and a little confused that he wanted to rub her feet. “And I've found something else you're good at,” she added, looking down at him fondly. “Though this is one favor I can return. I give good massages.” She leaned back a little in the chair, relaxing under his touch even though she couldn't quite keep her eyes off his hands on her skin.
Why is he doing all this? Part of her was convinced that it was just because he was a generous person. She'd known him long enough to know that kindness was a part of his personality, but that didn't really explain all the things he did for her. She wanted to believe it was because he cared for her, because she knew she was becoming attached to him. In fact, she was fairly certain she was addicted to his presence. She didn't really know what to do with that thought, except hope that he'd continue to be a part of her life.
He muttered that he didn't know how to give up, and something in his voice made her uncertain if he was even talking to her. She answered anyway, voice quiet because it felt right to speak quietly in the candlelight. “I hope you never learn.”
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The corners of her mouth ticked upwards in a smile at his words. “You want to teach me to dance. You want to rub my feet. The things you want always work out so well for me,” she replied, amused and a little confused that he wanted to rub her feet. “And I've found something else you're good at,” she added, looking down at him fondly. “Though this is one favor I can return. I give good massages.” She leaned back a little in the chair, relaxing under his touch even though she couldn't quite keep her eyes off his hands on her skin.
Why is he doing all this? Part of her was convinced that it was just because he was a generous person. She'd known him long enough to know that kindness was a part of his personality, but that didn't really explain all the things he did for her. She wanted to believe it was because he cared for her, because she knew she was becoming attached to him. In fact, she was fairly certain she was addicted to his presence. She didn't really know what to do with that thought, except hope that he'd continue to be a part of her life.
He muttered that he didn't know how to give up, and something in his voice made her uncertain if he was even talking to her. She answered anyway, voice quiet because it felt right to speak quietly in the candlelight. “I hope you never learn.”