Page 130 of Need You To Choose Me

Slipping my hoodie on, I run my fingers through my hair before descending the stairs. A hot bath has helped relax my tense muscles, but my feet were still killing me from standing all day long.

Some tea, a book, and my feet lifted on the coffee table, that’s what I need.

After a quick stop in the kitchen, I go to the living room. Taking a long sip of tea, I place my mug on the coffee table before grabbing the book and sitting down. I let out a long sigh of relief as I curl and uncurl my toes, feeling the ache in the soles of my feet.

What I would give for a massage right about now.

The loud buzzing sound snaps me out of my thoughts. Letting the book drop in my lap, I lean forward and grab my phone.

Blake:

You still up?

Blondie:

Yeah, why?

Blake:

Just checking.

What are you doing?

Blondie:

I’ve been reading.

Blake:

Is it one of those smutty books of yours?

Blondie:

Blake…

Blake:

What?

You can pretend all you want, but I’ve seen what you’re reading.

Blondie:

Romance novels. I’m reading romance novels.

And resting my feet. I think my ankles are starting to get swollen. At least I won’t see how ugly they are because soon enough I won’t be able to see my legs at all.

Blake:

Your feet aren’t ugly.

And I can give you a massage when I get back.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip as the image of Blake’s calloused fingers digging into my feet appears in my mind, which brings other things, other memories, to the forefront ofmy mind. Blake’s hands on other parts of my body, roaming my skin, and making the goosebumps appear on my flesh.

Blake:

Are you the hot teacher?

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