You love spying on my bare feet as I dangle them beneath my chair, don't you? You can't get enough of how soft my soles look, or the way they wrinkle and arch. I cross my ankles and wiggle my toes while ignoring your stares. Does it remind you of the way your breath would catch in your chest when you'd catch your crush at school or work, kicking her flipflops off to do the same?