“Hang on. Let me grab my wine and we can toast to them.” I reach over and lift my glass off the bedside table. As I do, I knock my vibrator to the floor and it turns on. “Dammit.” “What was that?” “Nothing.” “It sounded like something. Are you okay?” he asks. “I’m fine. All good over here.” “Are you sure? It was pretty loud.” “It’s my vibrator,” I blurt out. “It, uh, fell when I was getting my wine.”
