"You. Come. Snuggle. Now!!" Louis!!!
“I’m doing something, Mr. Bossy-pants!” You stared at him. Louis was wrapped in the comforter standing in the door of the laundry room.
“Mr. Bossy-pants wants Mrs. Bossy-pants, without pants, in bed cuddling right. now,” he ordered.
“Miss Bossy-pants,” you said fluttering your bare fingers in his face. “I’m not married,” you told him. “And I’m busy. I’ll snuggle when I’m done.”
He glared at you. “You’re not married, yet,” he mumbled. “Don’t worry, that’ll be fixed soon,” he shrugged. “COME CUDDLE.” He opened the blanket for you to join. You laughed at him because he was insane.
You patted his stomach as you walked by him to wash dishes.
“BABY!” He whined.
“Saturday is chore day, you brat,” you rolled your eyes.
“You shouldn’t laugh when you see your boyfriend naked; it’s bad for his self esteem,” he muttered as you put the clean dishes away and the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. You looked up at him and smiled softly.
“Are you nervous I don’t think you look drop dead sexy naked, Lou?” You cooed.
He blushed a bit and smiled cheekily. “I don’t know…am I?”
You sighed, smirking bit as you shook your head at him. “You said snuggle…did you mean something else, Mr. Bossy-pants?” You questioned and wrapped your arms around his waist, the blanket and all.
“Maybe,” he smiled mischievously.
You sighed. “Alright, I guess I have ten minutes,” you shrugged, teasing him making your way for the bedroom.
“Woah, hey, hold on,” he grabbed your hand. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, love, you’re going to regret saying that,” he hummed lowly. It was so seductive it shocked your core. You shivered and you felt your cheeks warm. Louis dropped the blanket and cradled you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom…you certainly didn’t regret saying that.