Before he left for work tonight, J came forward to give me a hug and kiss.
He leaned in and then hooked a finger on the edge of my shirt and pulled it out, along with my bra, and poked my boobs.
One after the other.
And then he kissed me.
And then he looked down my shirt again, with a shit eating grin, and goes, “Mine. Those-er-mine!”
I’m waiting up for him tonight.