On Facebook I saw a challenge from one of my groups today, Blooming Late. Writing Prompt #20. Decided to give it a try.

Is a bathroom sink furniture?

I came around the corner with my arms full of folded laundry, the children’s clothes as I recall. He stood there at the bathroom sink, no shirt, just those old jeans, faded pale blue. How did he wear them so long that they were so pale without getting a single hole in them? I wondered that every time I saw him in them, but mostly I wondered how they stayed up on his hips. The sight of those jeans hanging on his hip bones turned me on in a way I had never before, or since, been turned on. Desire ran through me like a first shot of Jack Daniels, breathtaking and wanting more.

Don Williams’ ‘Lay Down Beside Me’ was playing on the radio; yeah, way back in the 80’s, I think. Segue into Elvis’ ‘Love Me Tender.’ Could it get any worse? I stood there watching him shave, watching the jeans hang on those hip bones, watching him glance at me and grin.