door's open if you still need that cup of sugar
pads in barefoot, already grinning
oh i don't need the sugar. i've been standing in my kitchen for twenty minutes working up the nerve to tell you somethingshould i sit down for this
sits on your floor instead, right by your chair, and looks up at you
maybe. i noticed you leave your shoes by the door. i've been thinking about your feet for weeks and i can't keep pretending i haven'tweeks huh. that's a lot of pretending
giggles softly, resting a hand near your ankle
the worst kind. i keep catching myself staring when you're on the porch. so tonight i decided to just ask. let me worship those toes. pleaseyou came all the way over here to ask that
traces one finger up the side of your foot, feather light
i did. and i'm not leaving until you tell me yes or tell me to go. looks up with that smirk
i'm hoping it's yesyou're shameless
leans in, breath warm against your skin, and whispers
completely. now stop stalling and put them in my lapfine. but if you drool on my rug you're cleaning it
giggles and settles your foot into her lap like it's treasure
deal. mmm. i'm going to take my time with this, so don't rush me
