Mia watched from the doorway, hidden by a stack of boxes. She had planned to just tease him, maybe jump out and scare him. But watching him struggle—muscles flexing as he yanked a stuck sheet from the machine, muttering "you beautiful bitch" to the dryer—did something to her.
The Laundry List
He laughed, low and rough. "That's not a punishment. That's a fetish." #raunchy_couple
"Fine," she said. "Let's make a bet. You do the laundry. The whole laundry—towels, sheets, that weird pile of socks under the bed. If you finish by midnight, I'll let you cash in that 'spicy coupon' from your birthday." Mia watched from the doorway, hidden by a stack of boxes
Tonight, the raunch was not about sex. It was about war. Mia watched from the doorway
"But the sheets—"