Page 82 of Head Over Feels
Thoughhe did have the doing-the-dishes-right-after-the-meal thing.Butlots of people did that.ThenIremembered him folding my clothes that first night we had sex.Andhe cleaned the guest cottage more than once while we were staying there.
Ihadn’t been cleaning up after myself to that degree.Hadmy slovenliness bothered him?Ididn’t want to make him uncomfortable.Orworse, for him to hate living with me because of my slobbish ways.
Ispeed-walked into the primary bedroom.WhenI’dcome out of the bathroom that morning,I’dtossed my wet towel on the end of the bed whileI’dgotten dressed, andIhadn’t picked it up.TheboxersI’dslept in were on the bathroom floor.
Malcolm, however, had hung his wet towel on a hook.Therewas an empty hook right next to it, soIhurried to hang my towel up, frantically patting the comforter in case it needed to go in the dryer beforeMalcolmgot home.
Ipicked up my boxers and found the hamper in the closet, partially full of the clothesMalcolmhad been wearing yesterday.HopefullyMalcolmwouldn’t mind mine mingling with his.
Iwent back into the bedroom and frowned.Malcolmhadn’t been home in several days.Didhe have a cleaning service?Ididn’t want him doing anything strenuous like vacuuming or picking up after me, especially with his leg injury.
Agood boyfriend would clean the house, especially since he was staying here for free.Noddingto myself,Ihalf-jogged to the laundry room to get the cleaning supplies.
Twohours later,Iwas a sweaty mess, but the house was sparkling.Funfact: not having a lot of clutter makes everything easier to clean.
Isat on the edge of the neatly-made bed for a moment, catching my breath beforeItook another shower.
Myphone pinged with an incoming text.Igrinned to see it was fromMalcolm.
Malcolm
Ihope you’re having a good day.I’llbe stuck here until around 8pm, so don’t wait your dinner on me. ??
Okay, thanks for letting me know.I’llsee you when you get home. ????
Istood, ready to take my shower, when my phone rang with a numberIdidn’t recognize.Couldbe a client or someone from the police department, soIdidn’t dare send it to voicemail.
“Hello?”
“Hey,Felix, it’sAmy.”
“Oh, hey.What’sup?”
“We’redone with your car, so you can come pick it up whenever you’re ready.”
“That’sgreat news.I’llcome get it this afternoon.”Itwas almost 3pm.CalorStevemight be able to give me a lift, or elseI’dget a rideshare.
Wehung up, andItextedCalandSteve.
Thepolice are done with my car.Canone of you take me to pick it up?I’llbuy dinner
Steve
I’moff at 4, so sure.Doesn’tthe boyfriend wanna take u for dinner?
He’sworking late.Hemissed most of last week
Steve
Gotcha
Cal
I’llmeet u for dinner.Justtext when ur done at the cop shop
Steve
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