D walks in the room where I’m lying on the bed reading. He smiles and then says, “Alexa, play romantic music.” Chamber music fills the air and I quirk an eyebrow.
He frowns. “Alexa, play romantic music.” Again chamber music plays.
“Nice try,” I say, “Alexa, play 80’s soft music.” Who doesn’t like a nice Phil Collins whilst snuggling with the younger time traveling version of him?
Like a Virgin blares jarringly from the speaker.
“Alexa, stop!” we both yell.
He stops and considers me for a moment. “Alexa, play Nine Inch Nails.”
I laugh. That guy sure knows the way to my heart.
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