642 Things to Write About: Prompt:
You walk into your bedroom and discover someone going through your drawers.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked, leaning against the wooden doorframe. Terry was outlined by the falling light through the curtains, his hands wedged firmly in the top drawer of my chest of four.
‘Nothing,’ he said, his eyes opening wide and his face paling. His hands remained in the drawer.
‘Do you really think I’d hide it there?’
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Terry replied, finally releasing the shirts he’d been rummaging through and closing the drawer.
‘I wouldn’t leave your present just anywhere for you to stumble across it, now, would I?’ I laughed, coming over and wrapping my arms around his waist.
‘So, you have got me a present?’
‘Of course. Ten years we’ve been married, did you think I’d forget?’
Terry rolled his eyes at me.
‘What is it?’
‘I’m still not telling.’ I shifted to release his waist, but he pulled my arms back around him, locking me in with his thicker, tanned arms wrapping around my back.
‘Tell me. I hate surprises.’
This was true. Terry hated surprises. He’d said as much on our first date which, really, when you thought about it, was a terrible idea.
‘When have you ever hated a surprise from me?’ I joked, feeling my laughter press my chest against his. We were the same height, but he was wider across the shoulders than me. Hairier than me. I was greyer.
‘There’s always a first.’ His eyes looked sad the moment it escaped his mouth. We released each other and stepped back. I moved to my side of the bed and pretended I’d come in for a book that was sitting on my side table.
‘Dinner will be done in ten,’ I muttered.
‘James… I didn’t mean…’
‘I know what you meant,’ I said with a half-smile. ‘I’ll see you downstairs in ten.’
Terry was still stood by the chest of drawers when I walked out of the bedroom.