“Things seem to be getting bad out there, Jan.”  “Yes, they are Jim. The governor is talking that state and countrywide lockdowns could be in place within the next day or so.”  “Oh enough,” Molly grumbled, turning off the TV and its constant news coverage. She stretched and her eyes fell on the laundry basket. “Crap. I forgot.”  Molly looked down at her tank top and sweatpants, double-checking to make sure she was decent...

Flynn grumbled at himself as he ran water over his hand under the kitchen tap. In his completely distracted state this evening, he had reached into the oven to remove the cannelloni, somehow forgetting to wear oven mitts. He only touched the ceramic casserole dish for a mere fraction of a moment, yet he jumped back, growling in anguish before hopping over to the sink to flood cold water over his singed hand. “This poor ha...

Molly stepped out of her bathroom wrapped in a towel from the much-needed shower. Her need was too strong and her skin crawled to be touched. The water cascaded down her body, wrapping her in warmth and the solitude needed to allow her fingers to roam. They relieved her of the ache that had been building all night. Building because of Flynn.  She smiled as she thought of his name. Not being able to touch him when she so c...

Flynn was alone in the laundry room finishing loading his clothes in the washer. He popped in a few coins, jiggled the handle and the machine was off and running; not exactly humming, more like chugging and rattling. Regardless, he gave himself a high-five for levelling up to “Laundry Pro”. He couldn’t decide what to do next while waiting. Maybe a run? That meant going back up to his apartment to change out of his jeans a...