I had the self-awareness of having a love nest.
After the coffee shop reopened, I thought of marketing ideas every day to increase customer flow.
I was trapped in a whirlpool of work, unable to escape.
Finally returning home early one day, I saw Jaxon sitting beside me with a demure look after cooking dinner.
"What's wrong?"
As soon as I asked, he became pitiful.
"Today, the old lady downstairs said that I, a grown man, do housework for you every day without any status. What if you meet someone more handsome tomorrow? I'll have no place then."
I was speechless.
"Clayton, neither of us is a fool. We signed papers to give each other dignity."
"So I..." "Then what do you want?"
"If only we had a little red book that could be obtained for just $9.99."
I raised my wine glass, tracing the rim down his bare upper body only covered by an apron, the red wine flowing down his muscles.
"That depends on your performance."