The other day I was standing under the shower, enjoying the warm spray. My face was turned upwards, my eyes were closed, and the water was streaming down over my ears. So: I didn't hear that the bathroom door was opened. I didn't feel a cold draft as the glass doors to the shower carefully slid apart. In fact, I didn't sense a thing until I suddenly felt a hand grab one of my breasts.
I jumped and yelled like a boy. (Because I don't scream like a girl.) Then I lunged after my laughing girlfriend, who already was way beyond reach, of course.
HB: Jesus! Are you trying to give me a heart attack??
Girlfriend: Sorry! I thought you heard that I opened the door?
HB (gritted teeth): Seriously - do you want me do die?!?
Girlfriend: Sorry, sweetie, I was sure that you heard me coming in. Sorry!
In MY opinion, true remorse isn't expressed while you are barely able to breath because you're laughing so hard. Somehow, those "sorrys" weren't very believable.
She loves to scare the shit out of me like that. Nine out of ten times I'm able to sense that she's up to something, so I turn suddenly, and there she is: lurking around the corner or creaping up behind me. With a HUGE grin on her face, anticipating all the fun she'll have in just a few seconds. It's kind of sweet. And when my heart rate is back to normal, I usually laugh about it, too. While pondering revenge.