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As I walked into our dimly lit living room, the aroma of sweat and damp fabric hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart raced at the sight of my boyfriend sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV. He didn't even look up as I kicked off my shoes and let out a sigh of relief. My feet were killing me—they were swollen from standing all day at work, and the stench was unbearable. I knew he'd hate it if I asked him for a foot massage, so I decided to play it cool. "Hey babe," I said, trying to act casual as I plopped down next to him. "I need you to do something for me." His eyes finally met mine, curiosity evident in his gaze. "Anything for you, love," he replied, running a hand through his hair.