"I'm not going to change my boxers if I'm in the room with you and that's gross," he called before closing the bathroom door.
He didn't respond, but the door swung open and he marched out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his plaid boxers. "Is this what you wanted?!"
She got up and retrieved a clean, white button up, going over to him and delivering the shirt as well as a quick kiss.
He softened, cupping her jaw with his hand momentarily and brushing an eyelash off her cheekbone with his thumb instinctively before slipping on the shirt.
"You fixed me," he agreed amiably, slipping on the trousers, balancing precariously on one foot as he worked.
She started out of the room. "We should start with the food. I saw this really nice place we could go to."