“Hey,” Ivy whispered, her voice a low hum against the hum of the fluorescent lights. “You’re late.”
He smiled, a flash of mischief in his eyes. “Because they carry me through every story I tell. They’re the foundation of every step I take, every chord I strike.” love her feet ivy lebelle the cable guy 05 repack
There was something hypnotic about the way he cared for his feet, the way he massaged them after long nights of wandering. Ivy, who had spent years repairing broken connections, felt an unexpected pull—a desire to understand the intimacy of that simple, unspoken care. “Hey,” Ivy whispered, her voice a low hum