She grinned, reaching down to coax his arms out of their folded position. “Are you cross?” she teased.
“Hm,” she murmured, giving him one more kiss before pulling away. “Fine. Let’s go make dinner at 8 in the morning.”
She grinned at him. “If you think that I wouldn’t have planned ahead then you don’t know me very well.”
She beamed before heading to the kitchen, pulling him with her. “Okay,” she began. “Let’s figure this out.”