It was a little after 9pm and Seymour sat at the table, finishing his tea. His wife, Audrey had excused herself just a few minutes earlier.
Starting to feel a little tired, he rinsed his cup in the sink and headed towards their bedroom.
As he opened the door, he saw Audrey standing in front of him wearing only her bra, underwear and a half slip. They had only been married for a little less than two weeks so Seymour was still getting used to seeing a half dressed woman in front of him, let alone Audrey.
"Oh, gee, Audrey! I'm sorry! I should've knocked, I didn't realize you were getting dressed, I'm so sorry!" He rambled while closing his eyes, trying to respect her privacy.
She began to laugh, not at him but rather as a result of his apologetic nature over a genuine mistake. "Seymour, you can open your eyes. You've seen me undressed before."
Hesitantly he opened his eyes to look at her, respectfully fixating on only her face.
"I mean, sure, but that's on your terms." His voice dropped with guilt.
Slowly, she walked over to him and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. "We're married now. I really don't mind." They lingered close together.
With that comment, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra; partially because she knew he still hadn't gotten the hang of it yet. She guided his hands to the straps and let him slide it off of her chest.
He gazed lovingly at the perfect woman who stood before him, silently wondering how he got so lucky.