“This is different,” Harold said.
“It’s not.” She flipped the covers back and began rubbing coconut scented lotion into her legs and feet. She thought he should notice. She had long, beautiful legs. Legs that belonged wrapped around a man’s buttocks. That is what they’d been made for. Her feet had a high, delicate arch, and due to her aversion to painful shoes, her toes were perfect, straight, neat, polished. She had a flash of Charlie, Charlie taking each one into his mouth and sucking, gently, hands running up her calves, eyes locked on hers-
~Stella (a working title)