" You didn’t tell me he could cook,” Rachel stage whispered. Giving her a crooked smile, I made my way to a kitchen chair.  I was exhausted. “He cooks, he cleans, he warms up my feet at night, and he keeps the toilet seat down...so hands off.  He’s mine.” Rachel laughed, and Clay turned to give me an undecipherable look.  I had a feeling he liked the “mine” part. “How "

― Melissa Haag , Hope(less) (Judgement of the Six #1)