Painting A Strange Picture

(My boyfriend likes to paint my back with washable kids’ paint, and I let him because it’s soothing. One day we’re staying at his brother’s home. It’s late, and I am lying on my stomach on the bed while my boyfriend sits on my back with his paints. Neither of us are wearing shirts. His brother comes in without knocking.)

Brother: “Hey, we’re gonna watch a movie—”

(He stops and stares at us.)

Boyfriend: “It’s not what it looks like. I swear.”

Brother: “Whatever. As long as you keep your pants on, I’m cool with it.”