When I was a sophomore in college I shared a small room with my dorm mate, Jayne. She had a newer boyfriend named Rob, and we would often go out or hang out together. This particular night we were coming back from a Springtime off-campus party and feeling little pain from too much beer and just the right amount of pot.
I was happy to make it back to our room after staggering for over a mile while they were holding each other up, their arms around each other and grabbing each other and kissing all the way there. I ended up beating them to the room by about 10 minutes because they were always stopping to make out.
Anyway, I was already in bed, naked, with the light off when they got there. I heard them outside the room laughing and talking but couldn’t hear what they were saying. Then the door opened slowly and I heard them slinking inside, trying to be quiet. Jayne whispered my name but I didn’t move or answer. This was their go-ahead to finish their trip to her bed.