I returned to the living room to find Tyler lying on the couch, watching an episode of True Blood. I chuckled, which alerted him to my presence.
“Really?” I said as I lifted his legs and placed them in my lap when I sat.
He blushed. “What? I’m addicted. And Eric? Dear God!”
I rubbed his bare feet, since he’d removed his shoes. They were broad and shapely, the nails neatly cut. “I’ve read the Sookie Stackhouse mysteries, I’ll admit.”
“Me, too!” Tyler’s eyes glittered with excitement. “I loved that series.”
“Does the show match the books?” I asked.
“Yes and no. They’ve taken a lot of liberties, but I still like it.” He moaned and let his head fall back against the arm of the couch. “That feels wonderful.” Guess he likes having someone play with his feet.
“Good to know.” I kept on mass
