Pink robe vs smoking jacket

I was shocked to see him standing on my front porch. The last thing I expected to find when I opened the door was my ex. Behind him the sun was high in the Texas sky, shinning like a spotlight on the disheveled man in front of me. His gray hair looked unbrushed. The navy suit jacket looked rumbled like it had been wadded up in a ball. Matching navy pants were creased like he had been sitting in them for hours. Which come to think of it was possible if he had driven here from Houston. There was a wild look in his brown eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked incredulously as I checked to ensure my robe was covering all my goodies. Surely, I had made it clear he wasn’t welcome here. He opened his mouth to answer then paused.

I felt a presence behind me. It was angry. Warm strong arms wrapped around my waist. Silently I was pulled against a solid chest that smelled like mulberry. I felt a light kiss land on the top of my head. Smiling I tilted my head up to look at the sinfull