Nova
“You don’t have to do that,” I told Dominic as he reached to dry the pot I’d just washed. My hands were all wet and soapy while I washed the lid, and the girls had already been tucked in for the night.
“You’re off the clock,” Dominic reminded me as he dried the pot anyway. “Once I’m home from work, you have an extra set of hands around here. You’re not a servant; you’re a roommate. We’re in this together.”
“Thanks,” I murmured as I rinsed the lid. I appreciated the support. It was honestly more than I’d ever gotten living with Susie.
Still, with Dominic, there was something kind of romantic about these little domestic moments together. It made it hard to get him out of my head. It made it harder to think of him purely as my employer.
Though this also gave me an opportunity to tal
