But wouldn't you know it, when I snuck out to grab my food, there he was in the living room.

Fresh out of the shower in navy PJs, his fancy reading glasses perched on his nose, and his hair still wet - looking like some GQ model or something.

He stopped what he was doing, took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and moved aside.

"Hungry?"

"N-no," I lied through my teeth, "just grabbing something."

"That something?" ...