Page 66 of Not the Man I Thought We Was

He smiles, in a slightly embarrassed way.

“What?”

“I might have a small confession about that,” he tells me.

“Go on.”

“My laptop has a very shiny screen. When you were in the shower, I discovered that, if I had something fairly dark on the screen, I could use it almost like a mirror. I had a very good view of you, actually.”

“Unbelievable! So you were watching me the whole time?”

He nods.

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or slap you!”

“Oh, come on. You’d have done the same if you’d have thought of it. You’re just annoyed that you didn’t.”

“Maybe. But from now on, if I’m naked around you, I expect your full attention, OK?”

He smiles. “I think I can manage that.”

THE END