Wll these two ever make it to breakfast?
Today is photo prompt today. We left off with Will massaging Tonya's feet.
Tonya giggled as she playfully batted at his hand. It wasn’t as if she wanted him to stop, far from it. Sebastian, who had been ignoring the two of them, glanced up at the window and growled, catching her attention and dampening her playfulness. Clint was out there, watching.
The two of them were so obvious in the front room, practically a reality show. Her knees pulled up to her chest, removing her feet from Will’s ministrations. It put her in the fetal position without the lying down or whimpering. Although, she did consider the whimpering, briefly. His confused gaze lifted to hers, but she pretended not to see the question in his eyes. “So, how did you really learn be such a great masseuse?” Goose bumps appeared as she considered an unseen watcher.
“A woman was the reason behind my skills. She was a queen too.” Will stretched his arm along the loveseat back, and angled his body toward her, moving into the area she’d recently deserted. “Queen of our household.”
“Oh, that was nice.” He massaged his mother’s feet. It looked as if she’d uncovered his secret ick factor, a mama’s boy. Good, she discovered it before making a fool out of herself. It also explained the lack of a current girlfriend. No one would meet mama’s standards.
His finger touched her nose. “You wrinkle your nose when you hear something you don’t like. Might as well say, that’s super creepy. Why don’t you listen to the whole story before making any snap judgments?”
Caught. Her skin heated under his scrutiny. A car door slammed outside, pulling her attention to the window, expecting to see a face pressed against the window. Nothing. The foot thing tended to be on the peculiar side, but she should hear him out. “Go on.”
Tonya giggled as she playfully batted at his hand. It wasn’t as if she wanted him to stop, far from it. Sebastian, who had been ignoring the two of them, glanced up at the window and growled, catching her attention and dampening her playfulness. Clint was out there, watching.
The two of them were so obvious in the front room, practically a reality show. Her knees pulled up to her chest, removing her feet from Will’s ministrations. It put her in the fetal position without the lying down or whimpering. Although, she did consider the whimpering, briefly. His confused gaze lifted to hers, but she pretended not to see the question in his eyes. “So, how did you really learn be such a great masseuse?” Goose bumps appeared as she considered an unseen watcher.
“A woman was the reason behind my skills. She was a queen too.” Will stretched his arm along the loveseat back, and angled his body toward her, moving into the area she’d recently deserted. “Queen of our household.”
“Oh, that was nice.” He massaged his mother’s feet. It looked as if she’d uncovered his secret ick factor, a mama’s boy. Good, she discovered it before making a fool out of herself. It also explained the lack of a current girlfriend. No one would meet mama’s standards.
His finger touched her nose. “You wrinkle your nose when you hear something you don’t like. Might as well say, that’s super creepy. Why don’t you listen to the whole story before making any snap judgments?”
Caught. Her skin heated under his scrutiny. A car door slammed outside, pulling her attention to the window, expecting to see a face pressed against the window. Nothing. The foot thing tended to be on the peculiar side, but she should hear him out. “Go on.”
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