At her allowance, he looked up at her beatifically as his hand slid onto her foot, fondling her there before moving up to her ankle. His fingers slipped around the curve of her ankle in a caress that was almost like a massage. His eyes moved down to where his hand moved, sliding along her skin, from her ankle and up her calf, treating her like the most precious and fragile object in the world.
"You are so beautiful," he murmurred. "I don't deserve to touch you."
He should have felt dirty for touching her, and a part of him did, which was exactly why he did it.