Ash sauntered back into the kitchen with a lantern in hand. He set the lantern on the counter and walked
gently up to Kay, taking careful heed not to step on the glass around her. His piercing gaze was set on hers as he
swiftly hoisted her into his arms. He
easily carried her to the kitchen table, gently setting her atop of it. He’d actually picked her up and carried
her! Kay couldn't believe it. She sat petrified, mouth agape, realizing that the whole thing happened so
fast she didn’t have time to even enjoy it.
Then Ash tenderly took one of her bare feet, brushing it off with his
work worn hands, inspecting it. A million tiny shivers trailed up her leg from his attentive touch. Kay sat
in complete awe as he gingerly set her foot down and lifted up her other,
inspecting it methodically as well. The
act was so sweet and intimate that she hardly knew she was holding her
breath. He softly let her foot go as his
intense gaze returned to her face. Kay
felt her breath escape, still dazed by his tender touch.
“Your feet seem to be
fine, Miss Kay. Stay put,” he commanded in a husky
voice, going in search of a
broom. 
These are the kind of boots I imagine my spunky little Kay wearing.
