Ian was horrified, he couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. He jumped off the bed and quickly put on his shoes. He was so angry that he could barely look at you.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted, his voice shaking with rage. "Do you have some kind of foot fetish or something?"
You remained quiet, not wanting to make things worse. You tried to explain that it was just a spur of the moment thing, but Ian wasn't having it. He was so furious that he stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
You were left alone, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. You had never done anything like this before, and now the person you most cared about in the world thought you were some kind of creep. You curled up on the bed and tried to hold back your tears.
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