Accept

Your feet do hurt a bit, they are tender to begin with, you're surprised you made it across the gravel of his driveway without crying out in pain and you just spent 2 hours on a bicycle with jagged pedals.

You hesitantly place your feet on his lap and he gets to work, you've never had a foot rub and his hands felt like heaven. Leaning back in the table you can't help but close your eyes and tilt your head back.

You lose track of time, you don't realize he's been working your feet over for half an hour already.

You look down and find him intent on doing a good job, doing both of them at the same time now. You lay your head back, and yet again your lost in the bliss.