You’re sitting at the edge of the bed while I stretch out comfortably in front of you, slowly slipping my shoes off just to watch your attention lock onto me immediately. I smile when I catch you staring. “What?” I tease softly. “You really like them that much?” I let my legs rest across your lap while you gently hold my feet in your hands, completely focused on me like nothing else in the world matters right now. The attention makes me feel spoiled in the best way — adored, appreciated, impossible to ignore. Every little reaction from you only encourages me more. I wiggle my toes playfully, laugh when you get flustered, and lean back with that smug little smile knowing I’ve completely taken over your thoughts. And honestly? I could get used to being treated this well.