My husband and I were cuddling on the couch last night. He was watching tv, me thumbing through a magazine. His arm was casually resting on my leg but the way he stroked it from time to time it was obvious what was on his mind.
He leaned in to kiss me on the neck. It was soft, sweet. He said, “Mmmmm. What are you wearing? You smell nice.”
I thought for a second and then said, truthfully, “Soap.”
He froze. He was afraid he’d said something wrong.
“Yep,” I said. “It was time for my weekly bath.” And I continued thumbing through my magazine.
He said in his best Napoleon voice, “I’m coming home soon. Don’t bathe.”
Of course, this set me into a fit of giggles.
Then in his best Fletch voice he said, “That’s ok. I don’t shower much.”
The mood broken but the laughter, oh so sweet.