“I always clean alone. I like it done a certain way, and if it’s not done how I like, it makes me feel…overwhelmed.” “Show me how you like it and I’ll do it that way too. Okay?” He tucks my hair behind my ear, then drags his knuckles along my cheek. “I might get mad.” “That’s okay.” “I’m serious.” “I’m serious too.” “I tend to be a control freak. I’m not kidding.” “I like when you tell me what to do.” He smiles.
