Taylor felt like an intruder to this sacred ritual but found himself unable to move away. XXX He was eighteen now, fresh out of high school and ready for a new chapter, but this summer was about reconnecting with roots before the college plunge. Taylor’s breath caught in his throat, the scene before him dredging up memories he’d long buried. “Seems like I need to find more ways for you to productively channel your energy after dinner… Starting with dish duty tonight.”
He opened his mouth as if about to protest but thought better of it under MJ’s expectant gaze, any further teasing clearly outstripped by the threat of punishment likely designed not just for cleanup but also introspection following such remarks.
