Olivia wants to be my new roommate so badly, always talking about how responsible she is and how she’ll help with everything around the house. But the moment I walk in from my workout, sweaty, irritated, and exhausted, the place looks exactly the same as it did when I left. Not a single chore touched. No dishes moved. Nothing folded. Nothing cleaned. She jumps like she didn’t expect me to notice, but I always notice. If she wants a chance at living with me, she’s going to have to earn it in a way she won’t forget. I call her over with one sharp tone and point to the couch to sit next to me. She sits immediately, eyes wide, already knowing punishment is coming. I lift my arm and reveal my stinky, damp armpit, the heat and musk from my workout thick in the air. I tell her exactly what she’s going to do if she wants another chance at proving herself. She’s going to sniff it, lick it, clean it with her tongue until I’m satisfied, or she can forget about ever being my roommate. Olivia swall
