A breath leaves my nose as I walk into the laundry room, a bundle of various garments draped within my arms. Cleaning clothes is always such a pleasure. It’s never been my forte as an adult; while others prefer this to other types of cleaning, I prefer dusting or febreezing the shit out of things. This is basically just another chore, another mindless, boring part of my day.
Not to mention that it’s also a lazy, early-autumn evening. I’d much rather be taking a walk on the beach, or spending quality time with my husband, who happens to be missing in action at the moment. My guess is that he’s preoccupied with sports, or something…manly to that nature.
Sighing and placing the assortment of clothes on top of the washing machine, I begin to gather the necessary supplies out of the cabinets. Detergent, softener, and whatever else I throw in there to convince myself I’m somehow cleaning my wardrobe.
The clothes are thrown in, and I fiddle with the dials on the washing machine for a moment, ensuring all the settings are correct. And before I’m fully aware, I begin humming a mindless tune, swinging my hips and shifting on my feet as I work.
"Having fun in there?"
The familiar deep drawl causes me to jump slightly, and I crane my head to see Josh standing in the doorway behind me, a smirk on his face as he leans against the wall.
"Actually, not really," I reply back, turning to face him and leaning on the washing machine, "Pretty mundane…"
My voice trails off as I continue to gaze at him; it’s quite obvious that he’s scouring the length of my body with his eyes. I watch as his eyes start below my hips, before slowly journeying back to meet mine.
"What about you?" I ask, a smirk of my own crawling on to my face, "What has a busy guy like you been up to?"
"Nothing, really," he chuckles, before stepping into the small room with me, "Pretty mundane."
As he nears me, I can see that his normally hazel eyes are a deep, black color; dark and showcasing his heightened desire. His hands slip around me, gliding down my spine before resting upon my backside. And I cannot help but laugh, considering the circumstances.