#Chapter 111 Cleaning Up
Rachel POV
Wright House
"Let's get cleaned up."
Tyler moved away from me reluctantly, as if he didn't want to be separated from me even for the brief time it would take to walk around the bed. I sat up, taking a moment to let the dizziness pass as my blood moved back into normal circulation.
Sitting on the wet patch we'd left on the bed, I grinned, "I think I do want to get cleaned up. We may want to sleep in the guest room, too. Unless you feel like helping me change the sheets?"
"How about we talk it over after we clean up? Hhm? If you still feel up to changing the sheets, I'll help you change the sheets. If you don't---we'll see what you do feel up to doing. Deal?"
I couldn't imagine Tyler Wright changing sheets.
There was nothing about my hard, masculine mate which reminded me of such a domestic act; I had never seen him do so much as clean his dirty dishes off the table before.
"Deal," I agreed.
