Julia laid back and guided him to her, chuckling low and tracing his lips and chin with her left index finger "Then I'll get a matching one. I already stole one item of clothing, wouldn't want to clothes-nap you out of house and home. What kind of wife would I be if I did that?"
Actually, she was wearing the piece she was talking about but she wasn't going to point that out as she chuckled again and turned suddenly, rolling them to where he was on the bed and on his back and she was straddling him, her hair falling like an almost curtain about their faces before she grinned playfully at him. "You would be a very oddly dressed one," Derek commented. "But if that would make you happy, be my guest." He lifted his head off the mattress to kiss her. "I don't care what you wear," he added as his hands moved down her arms. Catching her hands in his, eh laced their fingers together. "You are beautiful in or out of anything."
