"Honestly, I can't imagine how it could possibly be more of an offer," I tell him with a smirk before giving his side a light nudge. I could probably shove him right off me if I really wanted to but, while that might be funny, I'd rather not risk breaking my boyfriend. I'd feel terrible!

"C'mon, get moving," I urge him, wiggling the legs he's sprawled across as I playfully poke at his sides. "And don't think this is a freebie. I expect some foot massages come this fall when I have to spend hours on my feet working on some terrible class assignment."

It's an empty thread and I'm sure he knows it. I'll never make Jack do any such thing as nice as a foot massage might sound.