I take advantage of the fact that Ronnie just fled to the bathroom and go into my closet to get myself changed for bed, which is what I’m assuming she’s doing. I haven’t warned her about my preference for sleeping shirtless and barefooted yet, but hopefully she’s okay with it. She seemed to be that day at the gym.
After throwing on some shorts and doing one last quick inventory of potentially stinky parts to make sure I still smell okay, I head back out and get into the bed to wait for her. I figure she’ll feel less intimidated if I seem to be doing something other than just waiting, so I reach into my nightstand and pull out the remotes for the television.
Scanning through the available options, I come across the alien movie we tried to watch the first time we spent a night together. W
