“Ashley, come in here!” Kyle yelled from the living room. “It’s 3rd and goal on the 2. Five seconds left!”

Ashley loaded the remaining dishes into the dishwasher and slammed the door.

“Ashley? Hurry up! This is the last play! If the Giants score, they’ve got home field locked up.”

“Manning…play action…he’s chased out of the pocket! He rolls right…throws…it’s caught! Touchdown!” the announcer yelled.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Kyle said as he jumped out of his seat.

“Manning to tight end, Kevin Boss, in the back of the endzone! The Giants tie it up with no time left. The extra point gives them home field throughout,” the announcer continued.

“Unbelievable! Did you see that catch?!” Kyle called into the kitchen. “Ashley, watch this catch!”

After cleaning the apartment, doing three loads of laundry and loading the dishwasher—all while Kyle watched football—Ashley was too angry to even respond. She turned off the kitchen light and went to bed.

An hour later, she was still so angry she couldn’t sleep when she heard Kyle come into the bedroom and feel his way in the dark to the bathroom. She didn’t move and hoped he’d think she was sleeping.

“Ash? You awake?”

She didn’t answer.

After he brushed his teeth, she felt him slip under the covers. He lay there for a few minutes, but then it started. His feet. They were bouncing, which always happened when he was restless or excited.

Ashley hugged the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible, but soon felt him moving toward her. She hoped he wasn’t about to do what she thought he was, when he did. He touched her. She felt like she was going to explode, but tried to remain calm, pretending to still be asleep.

“Ash? Hey, are you asleep?” Kyle whispered.

She didn’t move.

Seemingly undeterred, Kyle touched her again. This time it was more than she could take. She grabbed his hand and shoved him away so fast she even surprised herself. “Are you kidding?! You’re kidding me, right?! Tell me you’re kidding!” she said.

“What?” Kyle said as he slid back toward his side of the bed.

“What? You’re asking me ‘what?’” she said. “Please tell me you’re not serious.”

Kyle started to say “What?” again, but stopped.

“What time is it? Midnight? Do you remember I have to get up at 5:30 for a breakfast meeting at 7:00. And honestly, I’m a little worn out from cleaning the freakin’ kitchen while you sat on your butt watching the stupid football game. Did it ever occur to you to help me?”

“Hey, I asked you to watch the game with me!” Kyle shot back.

“Yeah, and who was gonna clean the apartment, do the laundry and load the dishwasher? Huh? You? Please!”

She turned her back to him and pulled the covers up around her neck. Kyle retreated to his side of the bed and was snoring fifteen minutes later. It took Ashley another hour to fall asleep.

What do you think happens the next day?