Caspian’s veins thrummed in excitement as he scurried around his house, picking up old takeout boxes and socks off the dusty floor. He stuffed the garbage bags into a closet down the hall before snagging his never-touched vacuum.

He coughed into his arm as the vacuum sputtered, sounding like hell as hot air blew into his face, his gagged at the smell of burning as he covered his face with his sleeve.

He winced before sighing and vacuuming the floor, flinching when it sucked up a forgotten sock. His head snapped back when he heard his phone ring.

Fuck! He hadn’t even gotten to the dishes! He fumbled with his phone, prepared to act like he totally wasn’t panic cleaning for your arrival.