Chapter231

#Chapter231

/"As long as they speak English, then it sounds like a date./" I carry on eating, feeling better, less shitty. Food is the answer to all of life’s problems.

/"I told them you were finding the language a challenge and yes, they both speak fluent American, they’re British, English, I think./" Arry is digging into his food, his feet under the table on either side of mine so we play footsie and tangle our limbs instinctively, and I sigh.

/"How you can pick up languages so easily, is beyond me… you suck./" I rub my foot up his leg and smile when he puts his hand under the table to grab my foot and pull it up on his lap, sliding his warm hand around it and kneading my sole firmly. Arry’s foot rubs are still the best, and he’s a pro at one hand eating while giving me my daily massage. I wiggle down my seat, so my foot is further on that sexy lap and smile at him broadly.