Matthew's expression changed, and he cleared his throat, trying to reply in a natural and calm tone, "I had nothing to do at home, so I thought I'd do some laundry."
Candice kept her eyes down, not daring to look at him, her heart pounding.
"You... you leave it, I'll wash it later."
"Didn't you say that this home belongs to both of us? Chores should be shared between us too."
"No need, really! These are my own things, I'll wash them myself..."
Candice shook her head repeatedly, her embarrassed and awkward expression absolutely adorable.
Matthew gazed deeply at her, and the agitation he had just managed to suppress began to surge within him like a wild beast.
"I am your husband." He said in a low, hoarse voice, deliberately whispering into her ear, "In a marriage, what's mine is yo
