Page 46 of Under an Endless Moon

“Not gonna happen, darlin’. You go sit on the couch and relax, and I’ll do these dishes up real quick. It will only take me a second.”

She scowled at me. “You keep spoiling me this way, and I’m never going to want to leave.”

She really shouldn’t fuckin’ tempt me.

Raven roamed into the living area and flipped on the television while I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and wiped down the counters, then I sauntered over to where she was lounged across the length of the couch. Her head was propped on a pillow on one end and her legs were stretched out to the other.

I could tell she’d gotten sleepy by the way her gorgeous face had gone laden and soft. That dark gaze lax, her long, long lashes fluttering slowly as she tossed a lazy smile up my direction where I hovered at the edge of the couch looking down at all the beauty set before me.

I wavered, unsure of what to do.

Fuck it.

I picked her legs up by the ankles, sat down, then rested her feet on my lap.

“What are you watching?” I asked, my attention drifting to the giant television that hung on the wall. She had on some show where all the chicks were dressed up in these massive, frilly outfits. Hell, the dudes pretty much were, too.

“Bridgerton.”

“Never heard of it.”

Giggling, she shook her head. “Have you even turned on Netflix recently?”

Nah. Didn’t watch TV much. Spent most of my time out in the shop, tinkering with my bikes and trucks. Doing those bogus deliveries that didn’t mean much.

“Only time I ever turn on the TV is when I’m watching Disney Junior with Nolan.”

It was good shit.

She laughed. “You’re missing out on the best things in life, Otto.”

I gazed over at her laid out on my couch.

No fuckin’ question.

She wiggled her black-painted toes as she sighed and shifted and turned her attention back to the couple who were arguing on the screen.

God help me, but I was only a man, so I started kneading my fingers into the soles of her feet.

The mostdelicious sound rolled up Raven’s throat. “Oh God, you’ve done it. Now there is no getting rid of me.”

“Told you that you could stay for as long as you want.”

“Forever,” she mumbled.

I dug deeper into the soles of her feet. “How the hell are your feet so soft?”

She giggled as I massaged her cute fucking toes. So damned ticklish. “It’s called self-care, Otto.”

My dick perked up at her words, though my eyes lifted in question because I was pretty sure she and I were not envisioning the same thing.

Hers did the same, though it was only because I was clearly clueless. “Pedicures?” She drew it out, nice and slow, like I was dense.

I quirked a teasing brow. “There’s only one type of self-care that I’m familiar with.”

Redness flamed her sharp cheeks, and she picked up a throw pillow and chucked it at me. Anoomphleft me when it hit me in the chest.

“I did not need that vision in my head, thank you very much. I’ve already been traumatized enough for one day.”

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