He smirked and made a low grunting sound of approval that lit me up inside. His eyes went to my lips. “So what was I doing to you in this dream?” Holy fuck. He was playing me like a violin. I needed to resume some control or I was going to climb him like a freaking tree. “You were washing the dishes and vacuuming the floors. It made me really happy because I hate housework. You were just about to clean the bathroom when I woke up.”
