You can see that I’m pensive, and I can see that you want to know what I’m thinking. But mystery is healthy in a marriage, and that’s all you need to know. When the doors open, I motion for you to exit, and as you do, my hand grazes your lower back. You lean into me, and as a reminder not to get too comfortable, I surprise you by swatting your a*s. It causes you to jump, and you trip on your heel a little. I grab your elbow, steadying you, letting you know who’s in charge, confirming that I have you and always will. “This way,” I say and you smile and we walk silently, hand-in-hand to our room. To the outside world we look like lovers slipping off to a quiet place. And we are that, but we’re more, too. You look up at me and you laugh, you little mind reader, you. You don’t take your eyes o
