#raunchy_couple Fixed -

He scooped her up—wet laundry forgotten, the dryer still groaning like a dying animal—and carried her back toward the apartment.

He wasn't trying to be sexy. He was just being Leo. Clumsy, determined, and completely hers. #raunchy_couple

Behind them, the hashtag wrote itself. But for once, neither of them reached for a phone. He scooped her up—wet laundry forgotten, the dryer

He laughed, low and rough. "That's not a punishment. That's a fetish." He scooped her up—wet laundry forgotten

"You're disgusting," she said, but her voice had dropped an octave. That was the danger zone.

Tonight, the raunch was not about sex. It was about war.