She walked up behind him and slid her arms around his waist.
"I love clean things. Like sheets. Which you haven't washed in three weeks."
"That's marriage, baby." Three hours later, the laundry room in their building looked like a bomb had gone off. Leo was shirtless (the fabric softener had spilled down his chest), singing off-key to a 90s pop station, and trying to figure out why the industrial dryer was making a sound like a dying walrus.
His face went pink. "That's blackmail."
"I'm changing the terms." She pressed her lips to his spine. "Leave the laundry."
She walked up behind him and slid her arms around his waist.
"I love clean things. Like sheets. Which you haven't washed in three weeks." #raunchy_couple
"That's marriage, baby." Three hours later, the laundry room in their building looked like a bomb had gone off. Leo was shirtless (the fabric softener had spilled down his chest), singing off-key to a 90s pop station, and trying to figure out why the industrial dryer was making a sound like a dying walrus. She walked up behind him and slid her arms around his waist
His face went pink. "That's blackmail."
"I'm changing the terms." She pressed her lips to his spine. "Leave the laundry." baby." Three hours later