Page 105 of Rune
“Well, you do have the special tool for such things.”
“That feels fair. I also get trash duty.”
“Obviously.”
“And anything that has to do with a pressure washer.”
“Why do you get all the fun?”
“The most satisfying kind of cleaning.”
“I use it on rugs. Way better than carpet cleaners.”
“Ever use it on an outdoor rug? Satisfying as fuck.”
“God, we’re such weirdos,” I said, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“Hey, at least we won’t be fighting over chores. Though I do hate one of them.”
“Which one?”
“Dusting.”
“I love dusting.”
“We’re meant to be,” he said, tone light. But, God, those words felt truer than they should.
Not ready to say the words, my fingers laced between his and curled.
“I like that you’ve got that soft look when you’re thinking of our future.”
Our.
“What do you think about when you think of it?”
“Maybe getting a place a little closer to the beach.”
“But we need a yard still.”
“Where would the dogs and kids play if we didn’t?”
My cheeks hurt from smiling.
“And I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how you decorate Christmas trees. Colored lights are pretty non-negotiable for me.”
“Luckily for you, I put up at least three trees. A colorful, gaudy one full of mismatched ornaments with sentimental value, a ‘fancy’ one, and one that I do a different theme with each year.”
“So, I’m hearing I got nothing to worry about then.”
“How do you feel about a pool?”
“Don’t love the maintenance. Then again, the only one I’ve had to clean is this one. And I doubt we’d be dipping for raspberries and blackberries in our personal pool.”
“Oh, God. Those stain.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I know they’re nuts, but I really love your club brothers.”
