“I wasn’t actually going to. I was merely commenting on the sheer amount of trust you instill in me.”
She rolled her eyes, kissing his cheek. “Yep. You figured out my master plan. I was going to go buy steak, cook it, wait for it to rot, and then feed it to you.”
Her fingers brushed through his hair and she shifted, planing a line of kisses along his cheekbone. “I love you.”
She rested her forehead on his temple for a moment, taking in the faint scent of his cologne before pulling away. “Does crepes sound okay?”