At the end of a long day I'm snuggled up with Luke in bed. I'm going on and on about hopes and dreams and I assume he is listening with all his attention. I tell him how much I love him and how proud of him I am and ask him to play with my hair. Ahhh, wedded bliss. This is good. I'm about to turn over for another kiss when suddenly my arm is yanked out from under me and twisted up behind my back. Before I could even gasp my other arm is jerked above my head and my wrists are being bent backwards. Next go my fingers. I am completely helpless. I can't move a muscle without it hurting.
"LUKE! What the HECK are you doing?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Kimi. I'm practicing my arm bars. I can't get rusty. See if I do this you can't move and if I do it like this....."
Sigh, so much for a romantic middle-of-the-night makeout session. I just shake my head at him, but secretly I love it.
