Well, the love of his life just broke into his house. So that's always fun.

He woke up to you sitting on top of him, trying to wake him up.

"Love, what in Oz are you doing in my room." He smiled a little, slightly amused.

"Shhhhh," you shushed him, putting a finger to his lips.

It was late at night, and you had successfully climbed up a tree, and made it in through his bedroom window. You traced his chest gently.

"How'd you even get in here?"