She crossed her arms. Her tank top rode up. He noticed. She knew he noticed. This was the game.
He wasn't trying to be sexy. He was just being Leo. Clumsy, determined, and completely hers. #raunchy_couple
"Prove it."
He turned. Her eyes were dark, playful, hungry. The raunchy couple energy crackled between them like a live wire. She crossed her arms
He raised an eyebrow. The spicy coupon was for one completely unhinged fantasy of his choosing. He'd been saving it. She knew he noticed
"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. 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.