When I was done rubbing, the feet went away. Sex videos I could see she was wearing a pair of small, pink socks. As always, we watched TV while we ate. Or was it? I rolled my eyes, then looked back at her. “Would you drop it? Now, even though her legs were short, they were only about an foot and a half from me. Emili had gotten off work right at dinner time and she was famished. A close second. I suddenly worried that Emili might wake up and see this and a pit grew in my stomach. “I moved them over on the counter and they got wet.” I rolled my eyes and pushed past her out of my room. Either way, I muttered out, “Let me grab that, too.” I may have been overanalyzing the situation, but I figured just grabbing her plate like it was an unspoken understanding, like I owed it to her for covering for me, would probably raise some questions with my fiancée. I left my socks out on purpose.” She sat back, grinning. But as I’ve stated, I’m a pushover.
