I almost tripped over my shoes on our way to the table. Aeson's hands gently came around my waist to stabilize me. I waited for me to flinch away from his touch but it was just a light uncomfortable shiver down my spine. Just like last time, I couldn't feel the phobia creep in.
The building pain in my heels distract me from my how-the-f**k theories. I uncomfortably lean down in my short a*s dress, trying to loosen the straps of my shoes. Aeson gets down on his knees and takes the knot from my fumbling fingers. "Allow me?"
"I'm sorry! These aren't really my type of shoes," I smile to hide my embarrassment and the little explosion his gesture induced in my heart.
The stools around the wooden table are cute, crafted like two adorable tiny barks of trees. The place is a lot more windy than
