My boyfriend and I were on a little vacation, and he went to take a bath while I lay on the hotel bed. There was a mirror across from me, angled so I could see into the bathroom. It hadn’t occurred to me to check what it reflected until I glanced up and caught him, feet planted wide, scratching his butt with real determination.
I burst out laughing. He caught on immediately and stopped. I lasted considerably longer. I laughed until my stomach hurt, and then my abs started to cramp, which I would normally take as a sign to stop doing whatever I was doing.
He laughed a little, too, but he mostly looked embarrassed. Then he asked if I’d gotten “the ick.” I said of course I hadn’t. I hate that expression, and I love him. I’m pretty sure he meant it as a joke, but I keep thinking about how much longer I laughed than he did.
I also sent him a meme about it. At the time, the impulse to share it won out over the very reasonable option of letting the incident end in the bathroom.
So now I’m wondering if I owe him an apology. I might give it a day or two. If I try to say it now, I’ll get as far as “the mirror” and have to start over.
