He teases me about my sharply pressed tea towels and smooth linen sheets, but he makes the effort himself when I go and stay. Bolts of ivory and cream in a neat tower on the end of the bed, ready for spreading.
"I'll help you make the bed" I offer, but I find it is me that is spread, black lace peeled off and pressed to the mattress.
Afterwards we lie gasping for air, crossways across the bed, crumpled ruined linen beneath us, smug at the urgency (twice). His free hand taps the cover that we're lying on.
"We are not totally slutty" he says reassuringly, "at least it's a John Lewis mattress protector"
2 comments:
Made me smile! You guys are having fun.
cool...fun fun...twice.
xx
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