Brady and Lizzie had just gotten married, and after a long, exhausting wedding day, they finally reached their hotel room for their “big” first night.
Lizzie sat gracefully on the bed, smiling shyly.
Brady, trying to look confident, started taking off his jacket… then his tie… then dramatically said,
“Lizzie, from now on, you have to know… I’m the man of this house!”
Lizzie nodded sweetly.
Brady puffed up his chest, feeling proud, and said,
“So… take off my shoes.”
Lizzie raised an eyebrow but did it.
“Now take off my socks.”
She did.
“Now my shirt.”
She paused… then slowly helped him out of it.
Brady grinned, feeling like a king.
“And from now on… you will never wear my clothes again!”
Lizzie looked at him calmly, stood up, walked to her suitcase… and pulled out a tiny, lacy nightdress.
She tossed it at him and said,
“Fine. And from now on… YOU won’t fit into mine either.” 😏
Brady sat down quietly and said,
“…So… should we just order room service?” 🍕
