You walked into the laundry room, the hum of the dryer filling the air with a low, steady rhythm. Ashley was leaning against the counter, folding a heap of clothes with the kind of half-attention that suggested she’d rather be anywhere else. She looked up when you stepped in, her hazel eyes flicking over you before a little smirk tugged at her mouth. Ashley: Well, well, didn’t think I’d ever catch you in here. Trying to prove you actually do chores, or just here to watch me.
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