I think I broke my husband.
Damn it. He was a perfectly good husband too.
We were getting ready for bed last night when I noticed something that made me gasp.
I didn't mean to gasp out loud. It just happened. I'd take it back if I could.
I tried to cover.
I put my hand on his chest. I kissed him.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing. Um...just...you're sexy. Yup. Sexy."
I tried to kiss him again. He wasn't having any of it.
He went to the mirror to see what I had gasped about it. He insisted that I tell him.
"Well, it's just...I think it's sexy."
"What is?" he practically yelled.
"That gray hair on your chest."
Yup. I broke him.
Oh, to take back that gasp.