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His eyes bore into mine, as if he wants more words from me. But I don’t have them.
The truth is, living with Easton over these past few weeks has felt like having my best friend back, even though my increasingly filthy thoughts about him belong firmly in the friends with benefits category.
“Then your friend says you need a foot rub.” He releases my belt loop only to catch my hand and tug me toward the couch.
“Do you have some foot fetish I wasn’t aware of?” I ask as he sits on the couch and pats the cushion beside him.
“I’m fairly certain that I don’t.” Once I’m seated, he pulls my legs into his lap and begins untying the laces on my shoes, a move that shouldn’t be so sexy.
But it really fucking is.
“Better get used to tying and untying those laces, Easton. Once my stomach is too big, I won’t be able to do it on my own.”
He takes off one shoe swiftly, followed by the other. “That’s what I’m training for.”
Slowly, I lift the hem of my shirt over my stomach to show how my jeans are being held together by a hair elastic. “FYI, this is where I’m at with my pants, so I imagine that’s going to happen sooner rather than later.”
His eyes linger on the small bump that’s barely visible to me, but there’s no denying my body is changing. My hips ache all day, my boobs have already gone up a full cup size, and now my stomach is popping. No one else would be able to tell from the outside, but I know what’s going on inside, and Easton is taking notice too.
Clearing his throat, he says, “I guess it’s time for some new clothes then, huh? We could go shopping this weekend if you want.”
My first instinct is to argue with him again, but I sigh and then moan as his fingers push into the arch of my left foot, distracting me from my annoyance. “Oh fuck. That feels good.”
Easton chuckles but watches me intently as his hands work me over. “Good.”
I close my eyes and savor every sweep of his thumbs. “You know, nowhere in our wedding vows did we mention foot rubs, but I’m beginning to think we should have included them.”
“Lennon, I’ll rub your feet every night if you let me.” My eyes pop open, and his gaze has gone dark. “It’s just another way I can force you to relax,” he explains smoothly. His tone sends another wave of heat through me.
I sigh. “Look, I appreciate this, but…”
“I have plenty more plans up my sleeve too, Lennon, so don’t bother arguing with me.”
That piques my curiosity. “Uh, is that so?”
He nods confidently. “It is. And my sources are firsthand.”
“And just where did you find these sources?”
Shrugging, he switches to my other foot, pulling me back into a trance as my eyes drift closed again. “Nora.”
“What?”
He pushes deeper into the arch of my foot as his cocky grin appears. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But I think I should. In fact, I think I need to have a serious talk with my little sister.”
His eyes lock on mine. “She’s just trying to take care of you too,” he says. “So let the people who care about you do that, Lennon. Let us show up for you.”
Ha. Easier said than done.
But also…there’s that hot bossiness again.
“Fine. But does all this caretaking extend to grilled cheese too?”
“I can give you anything you need, Lennon.”
God, don’t tempt me to ask for more.
