Her Darkest Desires
She kicked off her shoes and stretched.
"How about you pick a movie, and I'll massage your feet?" I offered. "You were walking a lot in those heels."
Gemma sat up, looking at you through slightly mussed hair. "Are you for real offering that?" she asked. Her cleavage looked particularly inviting in that position, but you tried not to glance at it.
"I don't remember you mentioning being grossed out by your own feet, but if that's too far..."
"No. God, no, not at all. It sounds amazing," Gemma said. "Hold on, let me get my laptop."