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“Oh my god.” He washes his hands and marches out into the living room in exasperation. He begins to fold the washing at double speed.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
“Folding your fucking washing. What does it look like?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s triggering me. How it is not triggering you is the question.” He folds a T-shirt and puts it onto the couch. He folds another shirt and puts it on top of the other. “You never told me you were messy,” he huffs. “I don’t do messy, Juliet.”
“Washing on the couch is hardly messy, Hen.”
“I beg to differ.” He flicks a pair of jeans as he folds them. “What happens if we want to sit on that couch?”
“Then we throw it onto the floor.” I shrug.
He closes his eyes and holds his hand up. “Stop talking.” He picks up a pair of my panties and holds them up. They are full brief beige granny panties. “What in god’s name are these?”
I get the giggles at his horrified face. “What does it look like?”
He marches out into the kitchen and puts the panties in Barry’s bowl. “You have permission to eat these,” he tells him. “Rip the fuckers to shreds.”
Barry turns his head to the side in confusion.
Henley rolls his eyes. “Dumb dog.” He marches back out to the living room. “I have to do everything around here—cook the dinner, fold your washing, and supply all the orgasms?”
I smile over at my beautiful grumpy man. “It works for me.”
“What do I get for doing all of this?” He flicks a T-shirt before he folds it.
“Me.”
His eyes rise to meet mine.
“You get me, Hen. All of me.”
A trace of a smile crosses his face. “Well . . . all right, then.”
He goes back to folding, and I walk over and wrap my arms around him from behind. “You’re so adorable, do you know that?”
He keeps folding my washing. “Don’t patronize me, Juliet.”
“I’ll fold the washing. You go and finish dinner,” I tell him.
“You’re going to put it away too?”
“Will that make you feel better?”
He nods.
I smile and kiss him softly. “Okay, I can do that.”
He exhales heavily. “I just . . .”
“I know, baby. It’s okay,” I tell him. “You just tell me what you need to feel comfortable, and I can do it.”
He nods as he realizes that he has just shown me a piece of his personality that he normally keeps hidden.
Another piece of the Henley James puzzle fits into place.
