laundry love [completed]

n i n e t y n i n e : ira's fresh laundry

"are you sure?"

"positive. see? just a piece of aluminium foil."

"oh."

"what's the matter, adrian? you haven't taken a bite of your cake."

"..."

"here. take a bite."

"..."

"it's orgasmic, isn't it?"

"..." c h o k e . c h o k e . c h o k e .

"you ate the foil too?"

"..."

"..."

"fuck."

"well, spit it out. why are you holding it in?"

"this is not how i had planned it."

"planned what? and why are you covering your mouth with a handkerchief. adrian?"

"..."

"..."

"you're twenty three, i'm twenty four."

"what are you going on about? and what is in your hand?"

"..." c o u g h .

"..."

"ira dewan, will you do me the honour of being my wife?"