She lay on the couch, engrossed in her iPhone. She glanced at me with a questioning eye, and I said it was so silent I thought she had gone to sleep. “I came downstairs to say something I’m wearing drew me to you, to tell you I love you.” My penis was straining in its cage, seeking whatever spaces between the bars it could expand into. She gave me a slow-eyed smile, blew a kiss to the bulge in my pants, and went back to her game. I went back to my desk.