shhhhhh I'm in a writing mood.

John's POV

"I love you..." Alex whispers.

I shove the laundry basket into his hands and say "Stop saying I love you to get out of chores."

He laughs; "It worked last time."

"You can't get out of chores." I hum and Alex laughs and presses a kiss on my cheek.

"I love you too..." I whisper.

"I know." He says, walking past me.

Expect some more, I want fluff.