“No.” He knelt—not creepily, but gently—by the ottoman. “But I’ve seen that before. My mom had the same injury. You’re favoring so hard you’re going to throw your hip out.”
Marco settled back on his heels. “Because they don’t lie. Hands lie. Faces lie. But feet—they show pain, pleasure, exhaustion, desire. Your right foot is injured. But your left foot… it’s been asking for attention since I walked in.” Love Her Feet - Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05...
She let him in.
He started to rise. Ivy’s bare toes brushed his wrist. “No.” He knelt—not creepily