Her voice brought him out of his maudlin trip down memory lane, and he looked up at her as she spoke, taking in the sight of her; relaxed, happy and about to melt into the chair. He kind of wanted to keep her like that forever, just in this moment with him and the soft light from the candles dancing on her face. Yep, he thought with a voice that wasn't his own. You've got it bad, Jimmy.

The fond look in her eyes as she smiled at him made a tiny shimmer of hope flutter in his chest. Maybe there was a chance that fondness would be something more one day. But then she efficiently killed all fanciful musings with her next comment. A massage. It had been years since he'd had one, but that wasn't the reason his eyes widened incredulously. A massage would mean her hands on his skin. More precisely, on his naked back. "That would--" he paused and tried to keep his imagination from running away with him. "I can't actually remember the last time I had a massage."

He worried his lip and picked up her other foot to give it the same treatment, never taking his eyes off her. "Did you mean now? After I'm done with your feet, or..." he trailed off, trying not to let it show just how much he wanted that. It was insane, it was going to be hell to keep his body from reacting too obviously, but it would be worth every second to feel her hands on him.