My husband had three friends over after a show. Everybody was loud, sweaty, half drunk, and pretending we were still twenty five.
I went into the laundry room to get paper towels. His friend followed me in and shut the door with his foot. I should have laughed. I should have opened it. Instead I stood there while he looked at me like he had been waiting years.
He kissed me. I kissed him back. It lasted maybe ten seconds before somebody yelled for ice.
Nothing else happened. He left twenty minutes later. My husband slept with his hand on my hip like he always does.
I have not stopped thinking about that stupid laundry room.
Now the comments get a turn.
Read the room, state your case, and try not to become the reason the next submission exists.