Page 39 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

She lies back, pulling the blanket up around her neck and slides her feet out toward me. I lift them and scoot closer to her, putting her feet on my thighs.

“Are your feet ticklish?”

“If you tickle-torture me they are.” Her smile peeks out above the blanket.

“I’m going to rub some acupressure points on your feet that should help with your cold. Tell me if it’s too hard or you don’t like it.”

“I will.”

“Relax for me.”

She rests her head back and closes her eyes. After a few minutes, I feel her release the tension in her feet and legs.

We watch the movie quietly as I rub her feet. The next time I look over at her, she’s asleep. I should leave, but I don’t have a way to lock her door and I’m not leaving her here alone with the door unlocked.

I watch her sleep. Watch her beautiful face. Watch the rise and fall of her chest. Then I scooch down and rest my head back to finish watchingRunaway Bridewith her feet in my lap.

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