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“You’re turn to clean up and you are not getting away with it this time,” I whispered leaning over towards Chris, smiling as I threw the empty curry box at him only to see him catch it with both hands.
“You’re really gonna make your supper hot, fashionable, amazing, great taste in hair style and rock your world in bed footballer boyfriend do the dishes?” Chris asked smirking and winking at the end of that sentence.
“Be careful honey, someone might think you’re gay.” I said sarcastically with a shocked face on.
He just narrowed his eyes at me and stood facing me.
“You do know you’ll be ruining my reputation right? Cause it’s just not cool. Guys play football not clean dishes.” I looked up to him folding my arms across my chest and crossing my legs up on the couch.
“Not all guys play football.”
“The cool ones do.”
“Sure.” I said rolling my eyes and slumping back against the couch.
“Either way! Guys just don’t do dishes, it’s a rule especially footballers, besides that’s what women are for.” His voice had turned low and he rolled his eyes as if I should know that but I just leaned forwards my eyebrows raised as I looked at him.
“Excuse me? You might wanna pass that one past me again Mr Sexist.” He just chuckled and said it again. “Oh really? Well then, if women are supposed to be doing housework all the time then they can’t have time to . . . do it?”
I saw his eyes narrow and I smiled challenging him.
“Yeah but it’s also their job to like, reproduce.”
“But we aren’t reproducing, I’m too young. So I’ll do the housework and you can do your thing and we’ll just cancel the sex out, how about that?” Chris was quickly sitting down next to me on the couch as I stood to clean up knowing full well he’d end up doing it as he reached out, grabbed my arm and pulled me back done onto his lap. “What? I’m going to do the housework; you know my duty in life?”
“I was joking.” He whispered leaning in.
“Guys, always thinking with their dicks.” I muttered shaking my head at him. “You know there’s this saying, when you think with your dick everyone’s smarter then you, even a newly born baby.”
“You just made that up.”
“Yeah I did.” I laughed, pressing my lips to his for a quick peck before pulling away and with a jokey voice pointed to the kitchen. “Now go my little footballer and score a goal by cleaning the dishes!”
“Your mean.” He fake pouted and I just laughed a little harder.
“You’re not going to convince me so you might as well get going.” This time a smirk took over his lips and he was leaning closer to me, his eyes crazy as I fell back on the couch with him on top of me blocking me under him.
“You sure I can’t convince you?” He whispered brushing his nose against mine.
“Yep, I’m pretty sure.” I said back even once he had kissed me. “You see, you’re just not turning me on.”
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