“World War III? Hmm, I’ve seen you go nuclear before,” I said, tightening my arms around him, “You can stay.” Greg smiled and the seriousness of the moment passed. Gesturing at the clothes, I asked, “Shall I hang these?”
“Yes, please.” He leaned in for another kiss. “Think you can resist doing the floor with them, while I go get the rest?” Oh, Mr. Funnybone was back, eh?
“I’ll try but no promises. I did note the bathroom floor could use a little clean.” He softly laughed against my l