"Before what?"
I wave my hand around. "I don't remember what I was going to say. Anyway, watch whatever you want. The remote's on the coffee table."
"Aren't you watching with me?"
"Yeah, I guess I will, but you can pick what we watch. I don't really care."
We take our drinks and go sit on the couch. I move to the end, keeping plenty of distance between us.
Nash turns the TV on and flips through to a reality show where some guy tries to survive in the wild. "How about this?"
"That's fine."
He smiles. "Callie, I was joking. I didn't think you'd actually want to watch some guy trying to catch fish and make a fire for an hour. I'll find something else." He flips through the channels.
"Nash, really. I don't care. You came over to watch TV so watch whatever you want."
He mutes the TV and looks at me. "That's not why I came over."
My stomach clenches as I prepare for him to confront me about my mini breakdown. God, I can't believe I did that.
"Then why'd you come over?" I ask, lifting my legs onto the couch and hugging my knees to my chest.
He has that same concerned look he had when we were at his house. "Because I—"
"Don't," I blurt out.
"Don't what?"
"Don't say whatever you were going to say." I pull my knees even tighter to my chest.
He notices my closed off body language and his face turns from concerned back to his normal, casual, smiling self. "I was going to say that I like hanging out with you. You're strange, but in a good way."
"I'm not strange!" I extend my leg out and jab him with my foot.
"I said in a good way." He laughs and grabs my foot, moving over a little so he can set it on his lap.
"Let go of my foot," I say, trying to yank it back.
"You like foot rubs?" He kneads his thumb into the base of my foot and, holy crap, that might be the best feeling ever. I relax my leg and let him continue. "Is that a yes?"
I nod. "Yes."
He chuckles. "Sink down a little. It's not as good when you're sitting up."
Before I can analyze if this is a good idea or not, my body slides down on the couch. Nash turns the sound back on the TV but lowers the volume. Then he wraps both hands around my foot and massages it, his thumbs making long deep strokes from my heel to my toes. My head relaxes against the throw pillow and I close my eyes, focusing on how amazing this feels. One of my boyfriends in college gave me a foot rub one time and it was horrible. It hurt, and then tickled, and then hurt even more, so I never let him do it again.
But this? This is incredible. Nash is only touching my foot and yet I can feel it affecting other parts of my body. My head's relaxing. My arms. My legs. And...oh, God, how did that happen?
"That good, huh?"
"What?" I open my eyes.
"The foot rub."
"What about it?"
He smiles. "You were, uh...making some noise just now."
"I wasn't making noise," I insist. I try to sit up but he holds my foot so I can't move.
"You were moaning," he says as he runs his thumb up the center of my foot. Shit, that feels good.
"I was NOT moaning." I prop up on my elbows. "Who moans over a foot rub? That's ridiculous."
He eyes me, a sly grin on his face, and then his thumb goes to that spot again. The one that is somehow able to cause a tingle between my legs.
"Oh, God," I moan, my head falling back.
I hear him chuckle. "Yeah, that. That was it. Sounded like a moan to me."
Shit, he's right.
My eyes pop open. "How did you do that?"
"Do what? This?" His thumb returns to that spot.
I tense up, trying to hold myself back from lunging forward onto Nash's lap and having my way with him right here on the couch.
"Stop it," I say, trying to wiggle my foot out of his grasp.
"Why?" He smiles. "What does it do to you?"
I'm breathing hard, although I'm trying not to. "Nothing. It's just..." I relax back on the couch as his thumb moves to the middle of my foot, massaging it with long, steady strokes.
"Would you prefer I do this instead of that other thing?"
Now that I've experienced the 'other thing' I want more of it. But that would lead to something we shouldn't be doing, so I answer, "Yes. You should probably just stick with that. What you're doing now. That's good."
"If you ever want the other thing, just let me know." He shoots a flirty smile at me, then turns back to the TV.
My heart's racing, wanting him, right here, right now. He looks good, he smells good, and he basically just offered me sex, which I now realize I have really missed. Not that it was ever great in the past. The guys I've been with didn't know what they were doing. But I have a feeling Nash does. If the sex is anything like the foot rub, then yeah, I'd like to experience that.
We watch whatever movie he found to watch, and after a while, he sets my foot down and picks up my other foot. "I better switch since you're kicking me out soon."