Cougar shrugs, still not intending to change their plans. "Will have a party when everything is over," he says. "Pooch can come then." He slides his other hand down now that the food is done, both palms sliding over Jensen's feet and massaging each part from the bunions to the arch to the heel.
"Yeah, alright," she agrees, pushing away her plate and turning all her attention to the way Cougar massages the soles of her feet. She's got high arches, which means she's prone to getting aches and pains, so Cougar's willingness to rub her feet at the drop of a hat — so to speak — is amazing. She purrs softly, a quiet, satisfied hum, and flexes her toes. "I like this marriage thing."
"Not married yet," Cougar argues, his hand starting to slide up her ankle where he can start work on the muscles there before adjusting to her calf. "Tomorrow," he clarifies. "After you find me a ring and I go to confession, when we don't see each other for the day."
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