Mia owned the title. Leo blushed. It was their dynamic.
"It was an emergency," Leo said, not looking up from his phone. "The bike was leaking on the rug."
"We're gonna make the sheets dirtier," she whispered. "And then you're gonna wash them. By hand. While I supervise." #raunchy_couple
"I love clean things. Like sheets. Which you haven't washed in three weeks."
Behind them, the hashtag wrote itself. But for once, neither of them reached for a phone. Mia owned the title
"The bet," he said, not turning around. "Midnight. You can't—"
"I'm changing the terms." She pressed her lips to his spine. "Leave the laundry." " Leo said
She threw the greasy towel at his face. It landed with a wet thwack. He peeled it off, laughing.