The weekend sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, bright radiance across the living room, highlighting the dust motes that danced in the air. It was one of those rare mornings where neither Franco nor Chloe had anywhere else to be, a quiet day reserved just for them. They had planned to spend it cleaning the house—an activity that, while mundane and exhausting, felt different when they were together.
Franco had started with the windows, humming softly to himself as he worked. Chloe, on the other hand, was in charge of the floors, moving the mop back and forth with a certain rhythm, her focus more on watching Franco than the task at hand. She admired how the sunlight made his dark hair shine, the way his muscles moved under his shirt as he wiped the glass.
But as she watc
