Ok, true confession time. A long time ago, I was dating this guy. We had went wine tasting for the weekend and stopped by a chocolate store. I got truffles and all sorts of yummy things. We also stopped by a bookstore and I got a book. He had to go to work the next day so he stayed at my house. All night I thought of the truffles and book. Out of decorum, I hadn't ripped into any of it yet. He left my house at 4am monday morning (finally!) and I pretended like I was asleep. The minute he left, I grabbed the chocolate, the book, and proceeded to eat chocolate and read in bed.

He came back in because he forgot something

I ducked under the covers and feigned sleep again. He leaned over to kiss me good night and said "oh my god, you've been in the chocolate!" I had to acknowledge at that point that I wasn't really asleep. He also found the book under the covers.

I appreciate age though. Now I do that stuff in front of DH and I really don't care but back then I was sooooo embarrassed