We wake slowly Sunday morning to the sound of rain pelting on your roof. I get up, wrap my fluffy bathrobe around me and nip to the bathroom. I come out and you have been waiting right there, legs crossed and say, hurry up as you push past and close the door. I snuggle back in, order an uber coffee for you and a chai for myself before you are out of the bathroom. You sneak back drop your robe to the floor and slip between...