Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 870

Jackson pushed her onto the side of the bed. “I’ll massage it for you. Will that do? Why did you choose to walk around in high heels? It’s not healthy to wear heels too often.” He lifted her foot and placed it on his lap then carefully massaged it. He was pretty skilled.

Tiffany stared at him calmly. “Why have I never noticed this extra skill of yours? We’ve been together for so long, yet you’re still keeping secrets from me! It’s not like I like wearing heels. The men around me are so tall, it’s like they inhaled hormones while growing up. I’d look way too short if I don’t wear heels, like a pumpkin next to bamboo trees. Do you really think that I can avoid wearing them? You, Mark, and Eric, which one among you is short?”

Jackson chuckled at her. “Haha… You… seriously… Must you describe yourself in that way? I like you just the way you are; that’s good enough. Why should you worry about how others perceive you? Arianne isn’t any taller than you, and she wears flats when she’s next to Mark anyway. Look at Mark; do you think he’d dare breathe a word of dislike?”

Acupressure points on the bottom of feet were usually sensitive spots. Massaging those areas when one’s feet were sore would bring great relief. Tiffany couldn’t be bothered to chat at this point. “Hey hey hey… Gentle… Not there, it tickles…”

Her cries pushed Jackson to his limits. “Can you keep a lid on it? How can you expect me to massage you when you’re making those noises? I’m no upstanding male.”

Tiffany resisted the urge to cry out when he said this. She couldn’t bear giving up on such enjoyment, so she covered her lips and restrained herself. Soon, she began to blush and moan from time to time. Her calves were considerably slender and very delicate, even among women. Her toenails were painted with a light pink, half-transparent nail polish, which made her legs seem even more fine and tender. The teasing flash of her thigh aroused Jackson, and he unconsciously added pressure in his fingers.

“Let’s start over.”

Tiffany was taken aback. The feeling in her legs had rendered her incapable of thought. “No…”

She was scared, afraid of giving her final answer. She was afraid of saying anything, in case there was no turning back. She didn’t want to disappear from his world, but she couldn’t bring herself to be with him. Was she being too greedy?

Her silence tugged on Jackson’s last nerve. “How does your brain process these things? If you say that there’s absolutely no hope for us, I’ll stop contacting you. I swear. If you really want me to stop getting involved with you, I will let you go.”

She wanted to end it. She wanted to gather the courage she had when she asked for their break up. However, the words remained hanging on her lips, refusing to leave. She knew that it was unfair to waste time, both his and hers, like this. However, she couldn’t free herself.

Just as they were reaching their limits, her phone suddenly rang, arriving like her final saving grace. She frantically pulled out her phone from her bathrobe pocket and answered it. She did not even bother to look at the name on the screen. The call was from Arianne. “Tiffie, where are you? Are you free this weekend? Wanna go shopping tomorrow?”