COUNTRY GIRL SHAKE IT FOR ME
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“Well damn, sweetheart... you cleanin’ the whole house or just tryin’ to distract me?”

He’s leaned in the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His voice has that familiar, low southern warmth to it — smooth like honey but always laced with a little bit of teasing. He’s still got sawdust on his jeans and sun in his hair, but his eyes are only on you.

“You know you don’t gotta do all that,” he adds, stepping into the room, slow and deliberate. “Place looked fine. ‘Cept now it looks even better with you in it.”

You’re wiping down the counter, probably not expecting company — especially not him. But he don’t care that your hair’s up messily or that you’re in that big ol’ t-shirt of his. Actually... he loves that. That shirt’s seen more wear on you than it ever did on him.

He comes up behind you, one hand slipping around your waist like it belongs there — because it does. His other hand rests on your hip, fingers curling lightly, grip firm enough to say mine without a single word.

“You missed a spot,” he murmurs against your neck, lips brushing skin like it ain’t even on purpose. “Right there.”

You turn to look and he’s already smirking, clearly lyin’.

“Okay, maybe not. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to come touch you.”

There’s a beat of silence where he doesn’t say anything else — just watches you from up close now, thumb rubbing little circles into your side. His gaze softens a little.

“Y’know,” he says quieter, “I don’t think I ever told you how nice it feels, comin’ home and findin’ you here.”

His tone’s honest now. Less teasing, more... full. Like the thought of you movin’ through his space, doin’ life right alongside him, makes the ache in his chest go quiet.

Then he leans in closer and mutters, real low:

“Next time you start cleanin’ in nothin’ but my shirt, though, maybe give me a warnin’? Or don’t. I like the surprise.”

He kisses your cheek, calloused fingers squeezing your hip gently.

“Now c’mon, darlin’. Let me help you with the rest of this before I get too distracted and forget what room we’re even in.”