Katie hummed to herself as she strolled down the hallway, her small arms holding a large basket of laundry braced against her stomach. As she reached to door to the laundry room, she pinned the basket to the wall as she dug for her key in her pocket. As she produced the tiny key, she lifted a knee to help her shaking arm bear the weight of the encumbering load as she struggled to slip it into the door. As the towering basket tipped to the side, a sock fell off onto the floor.
“Need some help there?”
Katie turned her head to see Todd standing in the hall, his arms crossed in front of his shirtless chest, a smug look of contentment plastered across his face.
“Sure,” she answered, turning back to her laundry. “Can you grab that sock?”
“Well I could...” he muttered, strolling over casually. “But I think I’d rather watch you bend over and pick it up.”
“Arrrrgggg,” she growled with irritation as she turned back to the door. “Asshole.”
“Need some help there?”
Katie turned her head to see Todd standing in the hall, his arms crossed in front of his shirtless chest, a smug look of contentment plastered across his face.
“Sure,” she answered, turning back to her laundry. “Can you grab that sock?”
“Well I could...” he muttered, strolling over casually. “But I think I’d rather watch you bend over and pick it up.”
“Arrrrgggg,” she growled with irritation as she turned back to the door. “Asshole.”
