Around 7:30, you went down to make dinner. Ten minutes later, you heard a loud thump upstairs. You knew he was doing that on purpose. *Uh-oh.* You checked the time. *He’s early today.* You tasted the soup and put more salt in.

L. Joe came storming downstairs, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT-“

“Can you tell me if this needs more salt or not?” You held a spoonful of soup out.

L. Joe paused then took a quick sip, “No, it’s fine. Now don’t change the subject-”

“Huh. I thought it tasted funny.” You tilted your head and went back to stirring. L. Joe narrowed his eyes at you, “Hellooo? I’m talking here.” You turned the radio on louder, “Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

L. Joe furrowed his eyebrows. *Oh, so that’s how we’re playing.* Suddenly, he snatched your waist from behind and in a half menacing, half seductive voice, growled, “You better pay attention to me right now or else I have no problem turning the volume louder so that the next door neighbors don’t hear you when you moan my name-“

You slapped a hand over his mouth and blinked up at him with your big, innocent eyes, “Yes?”

L. Joe smirked, “I knew you would give in.”

You turned the volume down, “You were going to say something.”

“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes at you with a serious look, “Why didn’t you get up when I told you to?”

“Then people would’ve found out about us.” You said calmly.

“Why don’t you just let me defend you?! Th