I cleaned the floors but Phil took one look at me, rolled his eyes, and took over anyway muttering hateful words in his foreign language the entire time.
“I was doing it,” I muttered, frowning down at him.
He froze, eyes moving slowly up toward me. There was so much anger in his expression. Why is he so angry? I mean, yeah, I got carried away but I don’t think I hurt him. “You suck at cleaning,” he told me bluntly, eyes narrowing even more.
I do suck at cleaning. I can’t argue with that. Still. “Do you want me to—“
“I want you to shut up,” he snapped, scrubbing into the carpet, glaring downward now.
Well, damn. I shifted, watching him work. “Theo,” he growled. His voice had a deeper timber than it used to. He was less of a soprano than just a few months
