Jim and I are building an Ikea dresser. He is wielding the drill with aplomb.
Me: This is, like, the apex of my experience of your masculinity.
Jim: I guess it’s been too long since I’ve built furniture in front of you.
This is such a perfect rejoinder that I hug him. He bites my cheek.
Me: Did you just bite my cheek?!
Jim: No. Sometimes really masculine kisses feel like bites.