Prompt - "Is that my jumper?" "No."
He entered his bedroom, glad to finally be home from work and out of the cold weather. It was dark, apart from a light on, on the bedside table.
He wasn't expecting to see her tonight, let alone looking out the window in just a silky pair of knickers and a jumper. Her glorious hair cascaded down one side, looking more golden than ginger from the light.
She didn't turn when he walked up behind her, and he wondered what had captured her attention outside the window.
"Is that my jumper?" he asked, walking up behind her.
"No," she said evenly, so he knew she'd heard him enter their room.
"Are you sure? Because I distinctly remembering you giving it to me for Christmas," he said, his hands on her hips as his lips tasted the salty skin on her neck.
She allowed him to do so for only a minute, before spinning around.
"I think you're right, this is your jumper," she said, in a dead sexy tone.
And she removed the jumper, bare underneath.