Zane Thorne laughed out loud, wrapping an arm around Natalie Vaughn's waist, then easily lifting her with one hand and placing her on the sofa, kneeling on one knee as he draped her leg over his.
"Silly."
Natalie playfully kicked at the man's knee.
"It's all your fault."
Zane responded with a smile, grasping Natalie's ankle with one hand and cradling her foot in the other.
"Yeah, blame me. Let me take a look."
Natalie had kicked with some force earlier, and since Zane was wearing his motorcycle boots, which were quite stiff, her sole was already red, with even the lace marks visible.
The man's eyebrows knitted together. Although he knew Natalie's skin was delicate, he hadn't expected it to be this bad from just a stomp.
He gave Natalie an exasperated look and scolded her.
"You should know not to kick the hard parts when you're not wearing shoes. Does it hurt now?"
Natalie, indulging in a little pout from the mild pain: ???????
