Who said romance was dead?

I was getting dry after my shower when husband came in to the bathroom – to get something out of the cupboard. I looked at him and smiled.

Feeling a bit frisky I slipped one shoulder out of the towel and looked at him coyly, then followed it with the other. I allowed the fabric to drop tantalisingly over the top of my breasts, slowly revealing my nipples. He looked at me appreciatively as the towel slithered to the floor, and licked his lips – then his expression changed. Was it lust? Was it admiration? Was it awe?

He opened his mouth to speak the immortal words that every wife longs to hear…

“You’ve got a long hair growing out from the side of your left nipple.”