Madeline’s POV

“I’ll wash the dishes,” I volunteered. “You were the one who cooked, so I’ll take care of the washing job.”

“Nah, I will help you with that, too. I cannot stand you doing everything,” he said.

I smiled while shaking my head. He only winked, then went to collect the plates from the table. We started wiping the table, and I took charge of starting to wash the dishes. I felt his lips kiss my nape while I was doing my work.

“Will you stop distracting me? Can’t ...