ARIA’S POV

Game on.

“Please… come help me with my feet.”

The words slipped out before I could think twice. He froze and stared at me as if he needed to be sure he heard me right. I pretended not to notice his shock and nudged him a little by taking his hand.

He glanced around nervously, then leaned closer. “You want me to massage your feet?” He asked it like the universe had just handed him a dream.

I gave a tiny pout. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

That was all it ...