Love Her Feet - Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05... Instant

“You’re looking at my feet,” she said, not accusing, just stating.

He was younger than she expected, with careful hands and a soft voice. He didn’t make small talk. He just nodded at the boot, asked where the main junction box was, and got to work. Ivy retreated to her leather chaise, propping her feet—one bare, one booted—on the ottoman. Love Her Feet - Ivy Lebelle - The Cable Guy -05...

“Cable guy,” said the man on the monitor. Marco, according to his lanyard. “You’re looking at my feet,” she said, not

“I’d be better if you let me do it without the boot,” he said. “But that’s not why I’m here. I finished the job. I should go.” He just nodded at the boot, asked where

Marco settled back on his heels. “Because they don’t lie. Hands lie. Faces lie. But feet—they show pain, pleasure, exhaustion, desire. Your right foot is injured. But your left foot… it’s been asking for attention since I walked in.”

“No.” He knelt—not creepily, but gently—by the ottoman. “But I’ve seen that before. My mom had the same injury. You’re favoring so hard you’re going to throw your hip out.”

Marco smiled—the first real smile of the afternoon. He wrapped both hands around her foot like it was something precious, and for the first time in weeks, Ivy Lebelle felt her body relax completely.