"Thank you for wearing your glasses." Malcolm said suddenly.
Marceline Anne looked at him and blinked from behind the round gold wire (one of many pairs). "You don't need to thank me."
"Yeah but you kept your promise."
"I don't lie."
"Neither do I. I mean I do sometimes but I don't make a practice of it."
"That doesn't make you a liar. It just makes you human. Everybody lies once in a while. You can't help but. But I'm not a liar and you say you're not a liar so we should have a great, honest marriage."
He smiled. "Yeah. We will."
"You want to hug me, don't you?"
"A little bit."
"No one's here."
He hugged her.
"Don't squeeze. I feel off."
"I knew not to let you clean yesterday!"
"Back off. I'm fine. I just feel a little turned down."
"Do you want me to rub your tummy?"
"Do you want to wear my dinner?"
"Did you already throw up your breakfast?"
"I don't eat breakfast."
He frowned at her.
"Here we go..."
He could only open his mouth before the doorbell rang. "We'll talk about this later."
"Joy." She followed him to the door.
He opened it. "Hi."
"Mattress Island." The man said. "Delivery for the Changs."
"That's us."
"Are you sure?" He squinted at them.
"Would ya quit it?!" Marceline Anne set her hands on her hips. "I don't have time for this! We have classes to attend and work to do!"
Ah! The man thought. College kids! "We'll set up the bed-frames first then come in with the box springs. Then we'll bring in the mattresses."
"Great." Malcolm nodded. "One goes in the basement and one goes on this floor but the rest are going upstairs."
"That's fine. I've got three workers with me. Come on, boys!" He waved his hand.
"I can take two of you to the room up here." Marceline Anne offered.
Malcolm was unsure of that.
She caught his eye and took his hand to squeeze it.
"That'll be fine, Miss." The delivery man nodded. "Let's get started.
M-
"Did you really just make this bed?"
Marceline Anne walked around, putting shams at the head of the bed. "Yes. And I'm going to do the others."
"Why?" Malcolm didn't get it.
"Because I need something to do while we wait for the office furniture to be delivered. Besides, it'll be less to do before we move in. I want every single thing done before I lay my head on a pillow in this house."
He foresaw troubles. "Honey,-"
"It won't be much work. Cleaning was easier Sunday, wasn't it? Just the floors. Now all we have to do is-"
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Romance"I can feel you; just like a drug..." Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones is what one would call a bad girl. She does what she wants when she wants because she wants. Malcolm Chang is what one would call a good boy. He follows the rules and does what's requ...
