♥ Jethro ♥
I helped Chloe clear the table. We worked together to get the kitchen clean. I rinsed off the dishes, and Chloe packed the dishwasher. It was another domestic moment that made me smile. But now we were curled up on the couch, with a glass of wine as we faced each other. The lights were dimmed low, and it was such a peaceful way to end the day. Chloe took a slow sip of her wine as her eyes met mine over the rim of the glass.
“That was nice,” she said, and I couldn’t agree more. “It’s nice to just do something normal,”
“I agree,”
“So…um…do you still have that listing for that house?” Chloe then asked.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Show me again,” she said, and I reached for my phone, opened the gallery, and handed it to her. She scrolled slowly, pausing on a photo of the wraparound porch.
