It wasn't my fault. Everyone knows I cannot carry a tune in both hands.
Pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, I avoided his eye, though I could sense his grin.
"What was that?" he chuckled. "I've never seen my mother go that shade of red before and the minister..."
Pushing the shirt back off his shoulders and reaching for his belt, his arms were nicely pinned.
"I mean, how did you reach that note? Oi!" he yelped as my hands nipped.
"Like that." Smiling, I leant in, "Are you coming to bed, or do I have to sing again?"
October 2016 Challenge
Tea Room Challenge Topic
Write a Story, Drabble or Ficlette about the Picture below
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