So Reality Shows Are Good For Something After All...

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?"

...silence...

("no," I think. "This is for being the reason I feel smug while I'm watching it.")