"Babe there is no way I am giving you a foot massage." I poured over at Roman who was across the room, giving him puppy dog eyes. "Don't do this to me." He warned. I folded my arms, kicking my feet onto the seat.
"It's fine if you don't want to. I'll just build my blanket fort alone." Roman's eyes lit up as I went into the cupboard grabbing a few of blankets, duvets, and pillows. He looked over sadly at me. "Sorry, no can do." I started dragging chairs over and laying the pillows and cushions off of the sofa on the floor.
"Please don't do this to me," he begged. I sighed over at him, shrugging my shoulders.
"You know what to do." I sat back in the pile of pillows, lifting my feet up into the air. I sniffed into the air, "what a lovely smell." He sighed over at me, moving the blankets, which I hadn't put up yet, and sitting next to me, grabbing my feet.
"You owe me one." He took off my socks, rubbing patterns over my feet. "I'm so glad your feet don't smell."
"I'm kind of disappointed." He glared over at me, making me laugh, as I pulled the blankets back over. "Come on, I'll let you off the hook, let's get building."
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