Daniel and I were in his room, our feet tired from standing for eight hours straight. It was past midnight, and most people were still outside partying. However, we decided to head home early.

The first thing he did was take off his shoes and throw himself onto the bed. I did the same. Both of us didn't even bother to change our clothes.

"How are your feet?" He asked me, rolling onto his side so he could look into my eyes.

"Tired. How about yours?"

"Same," he sat up and offered, "How about a foot massage?"

"Are you sure? My feet are probably all gross from wearing shoes for...