The first sight he saw was the apartment. Or more specifically, the fact that it seemed cleaned. All of the dirty clothes had been picked up and washed, all of the dirty clothes had been folded and hung in the closets, the floor was swept and mopped and the tables, counters, stove and fridge had all been wiped down and cleaned and the dishes had been washed and were all put up. It was obvious what had happened. Chris' boyfriend had come home and cleaned up everything himself. That might've changed it from a "Little" thing to a "Big" thing.
His boyfriend, David, was laying in bed exhausted and sweaty. He had just come home from work and had done the chores that he gave his boyfriend to do. He was shirtless, so it showed off his firm, well-toned body, arms folded behind his head as he rested on them. He had dark brown hair, which always looked messy, currently tied behind his head to keep out of his face, with green eyes. He had tanned skin as well, but his skin was naturally darker than Chris'.
When he saw Chris (though it looked like he might've been asleep at first), he sat up, a smile on his face. "Chris, you're home." He said, shifting over on the bed till he was sitting on the edge, then patting the space next to him."Sit down.We have to talk.'
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