Love Her Feet - — Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05...

“Then stay a little longer,” she said. “Cable’s not going anywhere.”

Marco shook his head. Then, quietly: “I noticed you’ve been keeping your left foot elevated even when the boot’s off. The arch must be taking extra weight.”

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. Love Her Feet - Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05...

Ivy raised an eyebrow. “You an orthopedist now?”

He gestured toward her foot. She hesitated two seconds, then nodded. “Then stay a little longer,” she said

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 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. The arch must be taking extra weight

“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.”