I walk into the room, nudging the door closed with my hip, then leaning against it and gazing at him as I immediately flip off the light.
He's reclined on the bed, twilight making horizontal stripes across his chest as he slowly puts his book down and looks up at my quizzically.
I silently move towards him, kicking off my shoes as I walk.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off your shoes..."
"...now I'm unbuckling your belt..."
"So this is what I get for watching The Bachelorette with you?"
("no," I think. "This is for being the reason I feel smug while I'm watching it.")