I thank Thomas for walking me to my room before turning the doorknob and stepping inside. I expect him to walk over to his room, but instead, he follows me into my room. As I turn around to ask him if he needs something, my words get cut off because he begins to walk me towards the bed. He makes me sit on the bed, bends down, and takes my right foot in his hand.

'What are you doing?" I ask as he holds my foot in his hand.

'How are you feeling?" He asks, taking off my ...