(Elodie)
I glanced over, watching as Beckett walked into the living room carrying a bowl of popcorn and some other snacks.
Yeah, my appetite hasn't exactly been present the past few days, but one thing I have been able to stomach was popcorn. I have no idea why, but it's all I've been wanting to ear lately.
"Legs up." Beckett ordered, making me pull my knees to my chest as he plopped onto the couch before setting the snacks onto the coffee table.
That's when he reached over, dragging my legs over his lap and took my foot into his hands, rubbing them softly.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is spoiling me at this point. I mean, he cooks, he cleans... he rubs my feet any chance he gets. I think Beckett might actually be pretty damn good at this stuff. Domesticated life. Who knew.
"So what th
