Why I Want Him To Handle My Groceries

“𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗵’𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. ⁣
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I really truly felt like a hot mess. Sweaty, dirty and thirsty after a day at the barn. Unwashed hair. No makeup. ⁣
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But the messiest part was inside. How I was feeling that afternoon. ⁣
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So when he asked me “how’re you doing today?” while scanning the radicchio, it slipped out. ⁣…