His lips traveled from your thigh to your knee, his calloused hands gently holding and stroking your calf with a certain gentleness. His gaze did not waver. Javier wanted you to know how he felt.

With a silent click, he removed the shoes from your feet, gingerly kneading his thumbs into your Achilles tendon.

“You’ve had a long day, hm?” He mumbled, leaning forward once again and planting a peck to your shin. Javier did not hold back his affections tonight.