They were supposed to be getting ready to go. She was brushing her teeth and he came up behind her and bit the back of her neck and she squeaked and jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, still holding the toothbrush. He laughed and didn't back up. She gave him a look in the mirror that was half glare and half promise. He raised his eyebrows at her in the mirror. They were going to be late. They both knew they were going to be late. She rinsed her mouth and he caught her by the hips as she turned around, and she said "we are going to be late" with her best stern voice, and she was smiling.
