Her feet, already pale, were painted with red nail polish, making the curve from her feet to her ankles look especially alluring. Ethan never used to pay much attention to women's feet, but with her, he found himself strangely fond of them.
Natalie felt her ankle being held, and suddenly her body slid down. Ethan had pulled her from the other side of the couch and dragged her closer.
She widened her eyes, trying not to disturb her face mask, fearing that any movements might add wrinkles to her skin.
Ethan, however, ignored her shocked expression. He casually picked up some ointment from the table, applied it to his hands, and began massaging her ankle with just the right pressure.
As she looked at his profile, a strange sense of guilt washed over her. She almost wished he would yell at
