FOOTSIE BABES-When neighbors FEET JOItogether, worship becomes a beautiful experience!
9Cameron took a deep breath before knocking on her neighbor’s door, balancing a plate of warm muffins in one hand. She had just moved in, and this felt like a nice way to introduce herself.
The door swung open, revealing a tall, dark-haired man with sharp features and eyes that immediately flickered with interest.
“Hey,” he said, his gaze sweeping over her—pausing, lingering lower.
“I’m Cameron, your new neighbor.” She lifted the plate slightly. “Thought I’d bring something sweet.”
The man smirked, but his eyes weren’t on the muffins. He barely glanced at them before looking down again—at her feet, perfectly pedicured in delicate sandals. His expression shifted, something deeper, darker sparking in his gaze.
“Sweet,” he murmured, his voice a touch huskier now. “But I think I’m more interested in… these.”
Cameron blinked as he stepped closer, his fingertips grazing the top of her foot ever so lightly, sending a shiver up her spine.
“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk, his thumb slowly tracing over her instep. “They’re just… perfect.”
A rush of heat spread through her, unexpected yet thrilling. She swallowed, her breath hitching as his touch grew bolder, his fingers wrapping around her ankle, lifting her foot slightly.
“Muffins can wait,” he murmured. “But these…” He pressed a slow, reverent kiss to the top of her foot, eyes flicking up to meet hers with a knowing smirk. “These deserve my full attention.”
