"Haa... I'll be boiled in hot oil once I reach hell," Amanda muttered as she lay flat on her stomach while her boyfriend gently massaged her back.
"Stop saying things like that. Besides, it's not like I'm the only one who does things for the other," Kyle said sternly, his hands working over her shoulders.
"But still... I feel like, as your girlfriend, I should be doing more. Cooking you meals, taking care of chores, something." Amanda protested, her eyes half-closed in comfort.
Throughout their relationship, she had always been the one receiving his care, and it constantly left her feeling guilty.
Sensing what was on her mind, Kyle spoke up.
"If you really want to do something for me, spar with me sometime."
Amanda let out a surprised hum. "Where did that come from?"
Kyle sighed.
