Jackson pushed her onto the side of the bed. “I’ll massage it for you. Will that do? Why did you choose to walk around in high heels? It’s not healthy to wear heels too often.” He lifted her foot and placed it on his lap then carefully massaged it. He was pretty skilled.
Tiffany stared at him calmly. “Why have I never noticed this extra skill of yours? We’ve been together for so long, yet you’re still keeping secrets from me! It’s not like I like wearing heels. The men around me are so tall, it’s like they inhaled hormones while growing up. I’d look way too short if I don’t wear heels, like a pumpkin next to bamboo trees. Do you really think that I can avoid wearing them? You, Mark, and Eric, which one among you is short?”
Jackson chuckled at her. “Haha... You... seriously... Must you describe yourself in that way? I like you just the way you are, that’s good enough. Why should you worry about how others perceive you? Arianne isn’t any taller than you, and she wears flats when she’s next to Mark anyway. Look at Mark, do you think he’d dare breathe a word of dislike?”
Acupressure points on the bottom of feet were usually sensitive spots. Massaging those areas when one’s feet were sore would bring great relief. Tiffany couldn’t be bothered to chat at this point. “Hey hey hey... Gentle... Not there, it tickles...”
Her cries pushed Jackson to his limits. “Can you keep a lid on it? How can you expect me to massage you when you’re making those noises? I’m no upstanding male.”
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