“Your second kiss already?”
“Already?” he shook his head, “it’s been almost two hours. I thought by now you’d be begging for it.”
“You overestimate your kissing abilities.”
“Come here,” he crooked his finger at her. When she went to stand, he shook his head, “just slide down the sofa.” He leaned backwards and reclined, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Come cuddle with me.”
“Cuddle? No, you said a kiss. Cuddling is way too intimate.”
“You’ve agreed to let me shove my tongue down your throat but holding you in my arms in front of a fireplace is too intimate?”
“Yes.”
“Need I remind you, I held you in my arms last night while you dreamt of me?” He held his arms wide open, “get over here.”
She slid down the sofa and rested her head against his shoulder and sat stiffly while he
