Looking on quizzically, Ivana Bennett saw Lucas Walker pulling out a golden nail clipper from the small box, trimming her toenails that hadn't been cut for several days and were already quite long.
His big hand held the tiny nail clipper, concentrating as he trimmed her nails, even going so far as to file them into round shapes meticulously afterwards.
The man before her was meticulously trimming her nails, his heterochromatic eyes intensely focused on her toes. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his slightly disheveled hair glinting in the sunlight after his bath.
He was remarkably radiant, remarkably tender.
Watching him, she fell into a trance, unconsciously.
By the time she came back to her senses, he had already placed the nail clip on the box and shifted over to hold her palm. He reached over to pick up another nail clipper to help her trim her fingernails.
This time, he was closer to her. When he lowered his head, his long eyelashes sparkled in the sunlight.
