Ruth sat at the kitchen table, eating her toast while flicking through the newspaper. Nothing too devastating happening today, she thought to herself as she took another bite of toast. At that moment a shirtless Harry walked into the room, pouring himself some coffee. Ruth suddenly found the newspaper very, very boring and her eyes focused on him instead. He turned around as he felt Ruth's intense gaze on him. Then a small smile emerged on his face.
"What?" Ruth asked confused. He walked over to her and she couldn't help but notice that glint in his eye. The one that made her breath catch and her heart race.
"You have strawberry jam around your mouth," he murmured. Ruth raised her hand to brush it away when Harry caught it. "Let me," he whispered. His head bent towards hers and he kissed the corner of her mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the jams sweetness. Ruth closed her eyes in bliss as he slowly, incredibly slowly moved his lips across hers, to the other side. Eventually he caught her lips in a full and passionate kiss. She lifted her head as Harry began kissing her neck and couldn't help the sounds and the sighs of contentment she was making.
"We're never going to get to work if you carry on like this," Ruth murmured, thoroughly enjoying herself.
"Good thing you've got the boss wrapped around your little finger then isn't it?" Harry said before he resumed kissing her collarbone as his hands undid a couple of her blouse buttons. The last rational thought she had before Harry pinned her up against the kitchen wall was that she'd never look at strawberry jam in the same way ever again.
J is for jam!