He carried her shoes. Like a true gentleman, he had slid them off her feet when she had sat down and mentioned she was tired. She hadn’t said the no-no of the female world; “my feet hurt,” but he had still known what the problem was. Down on bended knee, like the prince in Cinderella, he had unbuckled the strap and slid the shoes off. Well, then he had been the devil himself when he had kissed her calf and skated his fingers up under her skirt. She had giggled and tugged his hand back out. The naughty man.
Now they walked to his car, her feet padding while he carried her shoes.
Ah, men, sometimes when they are gallant…(stop, just stop, I can’t help myself tonight, because Galavant is on right now! And the words are too similar…Never mind, I’m stopping)
Whew, got to get a hold of myself. Anyways, I love this image. And flash fiction! Finally!