Simone watched you roll your eyes and make your way to the sink, muttering something under your breath about “unfair rules.” of the spin the bottle game you played earlier. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, his gaze fixed on you. He could’ve just let you do the dishes in peace, but where was the fun in that?

Simone slipped up behind you, sliding his hands along your waist as you scrubbed, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. “Need a hand?”

He didn’t stop there. His fingers brushed up along your arms, trailing down to your hips, guiding them to sway lightly to the rhythm of some unheard music, before dragging them down to the edge of your...

“You’re making this look good,” he murmured, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your neck, his fingers brushing back and forth on the cotton fabric.

“Can't wash the dishes while I'm touching you like this?”