Rohan smiled as he watched her. She tugged at the back of his boot, held his foot with both hands, and smoothly pulled the boot off, quick and sure, like someone who had done it many times.
He wriggled his toes at her.
She neatly set the boot aside. In a moment, she had taken off the second one and placed it next to the first.
She scooted forward a few inches, arranged her hair modestly around her, sank back onto her heels, and drew his feet into her lap.
Rohan tilted his head back, gazing up at the ceiling in pleasure as she began to massage his feet. But he didn't want to waste it—not while he had his wife to look at, Belle enrobed in her extraordinary hair, rubbing his feet as if it were a task of the most solemn gravity.
She massaged the middle of his feet and his heels, pausing at times to turn one foot slightly, looking down and bending over, as if checking to make sure she was doing a good job.
