Behind them, the hashtag wrote itself. But for once, neither of them reached for a phone.
"You used my good towel to wipe up car oil ?" Mia held up the once-fluffy Egyptian cotton rag, now stained with a black Rorschach of grease. #raunchy_couple
She bit his shoulder. "Exactly."
"I'm changing the terms." She pressed her lips to his spine. "Leave the laundry." Behind them, the hashtag wrote itself