We walk in the house and go to the living room. As we sit on the couch, Arlo finally starts to relax. The tension in his shoulders eases, and he lets out a deep breath. He looks at me, his eyes softening with curiosity.
"So," he says, trying to lighten the mood, "what did you get waxed? Your legs?"
I feel a mischievous smile tug at my lips. "No," I reply, shaking my head.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh? Then what?"
I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back my laughter. "Let's just say it was a bit more... comprehensive."
He blinks, clearly not expecting that. "Comprehensive? Maisie, what did you—"
I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. "A Brazilian wax, Arlo."
His eyes widen in shock and amusement. "You mean... everything?"
I nod, grinning. "Everything. An
