"Um...excuse me, where's your shirt?" I quickly asked Jeff, walking down the corridor to meet him, pecking his cheek.
"What do you mean? It's in my locker silly." I shook my head, placing my hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly. "What?" He asked with a giggle.
"I can't have people looking at your body like this, you're a married man Mr Hardy." He smiled down at me, kissing the top of his head. "I'm being serious you know," I replied, stepping back to look up at him.
"Seriously?" I nodded, desperately trying to prevent the smile I felt creeping on my face. "As if anyone would come near me anyway."
"You seriously underestimate yourself, even if you're in your forties." He chuckled, prodding his hand into my hip making me squirm at his touch.
"You're so rude." He finished off with a wink reassuring me he was joking. "However, if it would make you feel better, we can go back to my locker and pick up my shirt?" I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"That would be good, thank you," I told him, reaching up to softly peck his lips, being aware of all the nosey passers by.
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