I lay in the center of the big bed enjoying the cocoon-like feel of the plush bedding. Jay entered the room and began shedding his clothing as he walked to the bed. He slid under the covers, curving around my back and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Mmmmmm, you're warm," he said.
Normally I was ice-cold so my warmth both pleased and surprised him.
"I know. That's what happens when I get to bed before you," I teased, knowing he could hear the smile in my voice.
"No, you're really warm. Even your feet." He slid his foot up my leg from my toes to my calf and back down again.
"Well," I smiled again,"I do have on socks."
"Huh." He sounded surprised. I wondered at that for a moment and then it hit me.
"Couldn't you tell I had on socks when you rubbed my feet?"
"Well, you have really scratchy feet. I mean..." He realized his mistake and began to backpedal. "My feet aren't really very sensitive and I was just confused for a minute..."
"You think my feet are so scratchy they feel like I'm wearing socks?!!! You sure blew your chance at getting lucky tonight on that one, buddy."
Stay tuned for more exciting moments of domestic pleasure in future installments of The Throbbing Heart. Also, head to Bath and Body Works for some foot scrub.