บท 90: Chapter 90

“You could have used your key,” I reminded him. I hadn’t asked for it back.

“I had my hands full.” He was hefting an awkward rectangular package that was covered in brown paper.

“What’s this?”

“My way of saying thank you. For letting me stay here with you. For Sam.”

“This wasn’t necessary.” Judging by the size, I’d guess it was a print that he’dhad framed for me. “But thank you, Mark.”

I leaned the package against the console table, threaded my fingers through his hair, and pulled his head down. His lips were warm, and the feel of them caressing mine roused me as no one else’s kisses ever had. I knew he was aware of my reaction.

“We can’t do this now. Dinner will be ruined if we don’t eat it soon,” I murmured against his mouth. I should have taken him up on his offer to bring takeout.

His hand was on my ass, cupping it. “I’ve missed this.”

“I have also.” We’d been busy with work and hadn’t seen each other since the previous weekend.