While seated on my couch, I was massaging my feet and legs after standing up for at least seven hours wearing 6-inch stilettoes while teaching at the University. Luther came up with his sleeves rolled up since he was cooking our dinner.
For the past couple of days after we reconciled, Luther and I hadn’t seen each other until today because he was busy with his work. Cooking was his way of making it up, though I wasn’t complaining. I understood being a CEO demanded more time, and his passion and dedication to his job made me admire him even more.
Luther sat on the couch too and placed my legs on his lap and continued massaging it while I leaned back and felt more relaxed. “Do you thin
