"This is my husband."

He dangled the empty rack in front of my face, "You're wearing this."

I was starting to get frustrated, "Wearing what?"

Dylan rolled his eyes, "What's on the rack? I leaned closer to the rack to ensure nothing was on it before answering, "Nothing?"

He smiled, "Precisely, I want you to wear that."

I was still confused, "You want me to wear nothing?"

The question I asked slowly registered in my mind and my face turned red again when I realized what he meant. I flung everything and anything my hand could find at him, "You're such a pervert!"

He sighted everything perfectly and it made me angry, "Stop moving!"

Dylan barely avoided a bottle of lotion that was aimed at his head, "And let you hit me? No thanks." 

I dropped the bottle of perfume that was in my hand and charged towards him with a war scream. He fell backwards on the bed with me on top of him.

His hand brushed against my boobs when we fell and I saw red.