"Are my shoes interesting to you?" she asked in an intrigued manner.
Although your eyes were still on Dawn's, internally you winced. There couldn't possibly be any way that she's caught on to you this early. It was clear that this was jut a casual conversation but now thanks to your body language, now there's a possibility that you might have made things weird. Your face scrunched up and you stammered, "Uh... yeah, sure. They're pretty cute."
Dawn giggled, and leaned closer to you, "Thanks! What do you like about them?"
"Well," you took a deep breath, "It's really hard to describe but I love how pink they are and the way your boots shine in the sun, it makes them look like you've been taking good care of them. And they look so tight around your feet but at the same time, when you see them up close, they're kinda stretchy, like you can freely wiggle your toes without having to worry about them suffocating."
In reality, you were just trying to describe her boots in intricate detail while inventing up more reasons why her boots were so intriguing. You couldn't tell if this strategy was working because while you were talking like some salesman, you start noticing Dawn's fingers move to her chin. rubbing back and forth along her jawline. Her gaze towards you gradually changed from genuine happiness to mixed emotions of amusement and wonder. She wasn't smiling anymore, instead, her expression grew soft and contemplative.
"So, your fascination for my boots isn't sexual at all?" Dawn asked with a wink, almost suggesting that she's figured out your little secret. She continued, "I guess you don't want to just take off my boots and huff the insides of them? Or maybe lick the outsides of them clean? Or maybe..."
With each activity that she described to you in surprising detail, it was hard to keep your composure especially when your cheeks blushed a little, giving away a tell-tale sign that you wanted to do exactly what Dawn was saying from her mouth. Your heart beats faster with each passing second, as you imagined licking the soles of her boots or taking off her socks and rubbing them all your face. Your mouth watered as you tried to focus on something else, anything else, but your eyes kept drifting back to her pink boots.
"You haven't my question yet, you want to do more with my boots?" Dawn teased.
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