Love Her Feet - Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05... -
Marco smiled—the first real smile of the afternoon. He wrapped both hands around her foot like it was something precious, and for the first time in weeks, Ivy Lebelle felt her body relax completely.
Ivy let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
“Yes.” No denial. No shame. “I love feet. Yours especially. The way you point them when you’re thinking. The way you curl your toes when you’re bored. I noticed you did that three times while I was crimping coax.” Love Her Feet - Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05...
He didn’t grab. He didn’t lick or moan like some bad script. He simply cupped her heel in one palm, traced the line of her metatarsals with a fingertip, and pressed his thumb into the sore spot near her instep. A perfect, professional pressure. Not sexual. Tender. Like he’d studied her feet from across the room for an hour and memorized every tension line.
“You’re good at that,” she said.
Ivy should have been creeped out. Instead, she felt seen. After weeks of feeling like a broken doll, someone had noticed the smallest, most honest part of her body language.
“Stay,” she said. “Tell me why you love feet.” Marco smiled—the first real smile of the afternoon
“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.”
“Most people are blind,” Marco replied. “May I?” “Yes