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Glenn watched the movie, but his awareness of Vivien was overwhelming. This should feel...strange. He didn’t know the woman who was seated a few feet away from him. So why did this feel like the most natural thing in the world to be doing?
As the movie continued, Glenn tried to concentrate on the film but it proved to be no match against his hyper-attentiveness of Vivien. Every tiny move she made, he sensed. Every breath she took, he heard. He was Sting from The Police song.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her pull her feet up beneath her. Her long, toned legs folded and she tucked them beside her body. She’d slipped off her shoes and he noticed that her toes were painted a light pink color.
Even though he knew that it wasn’t, just having her bare feet a couch cushion away and seeing her toe polish felt intimate to him. He had the sudden urge to pull her feet up on his legs and start to give her a foot massage.
Where in the hell had that come from? He’d never been tempted to give someone a foot massage before. Get a blow job, yes. Give a foot massage, no.
About halfway through the film, she reached behind her and pulled the throw blanket over her. When she did, it caught Bree’s attention and she climbed up on the couch and sat beside Vivien who lifted the blanket up and spread it out over both of them.
Glenn tried not to read too much into the gesture. But it was difficult not to. Vivien just seemed so natural with his daughter; the entire night had felt much too real.
This had been a very bad idea. He shouldn’t have accepted the offer of pizza. He should have just told her that he wanted to help her move but would be busy later.
He had a feeling he was in over his head, here. And he didn’t like it. Not one bit.
