on his face. He couldn’t stop starring at them, the beautiful feet. They were beautiful. He reached down to stroke his finger from his big toe to the side of his ankle. The skin was so soft and unbelievably warm. He let out a sigh of pleasure, before up righting himself. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror, his dark hair was slightly disheveled and his eyes, which seemed to flash between the colors of soil and seaweed, were rimmed with a deep red. He leaned in closer