“Most people are blind,” Marco replied. “May I?”
He started to rise. Ivy’s bare toes brushed his wrist.
She extended her left leg, slowly, until her foot rested in his lap.
“You’re looking at my feet,” she said, not accusing, just stating. Love Her Feet - Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05...
A high-end apartment, mid-renovation. Late afternoon light slants through bare windows.
Ivy laughed softly. “And what’s it asking for?”
Outside, the sun dipped lower. Inside, a different kind of connection was being wired—one no remote control could navigate. “Most people are blind,” Marco replied
Ivy didn’t know what to say. Most men stared at her chest or her legs. Marco was staring at her feet. Specifically, her bare left foot—the slender arch, the pale coral polish, the faint imprint of her sandal strap.
Ivy raised an eyebrow. “You an orthopedist now?”
“Then stay a little longer,” she said. “Cable’s not going anywhere.” She extended her left leg, slowly, until her
Ivy let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
“Stay,” she said. “Tell me why you love feet.”
“Most people don’t even look,” she whispered.