Jack's hands smooth over my skin, first on my hips and then on my chest and down my stomach. It's a slow touch, probably thoughtless on his end, but I swear his fingers leave little heat trails all over my skin. Biting my lip for a second, I fight the impulse to scoot back just a little to feel him against me.

"Jack, you've already spoiled me," I point out, smoothing my hands a little lower, on thumb brushing over the tiny peak of his nipple. "That birthday picnic was the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me, for one. And now I get to kiss you almost anytime I want to. I honestly can't think of anything better. Though," I add, feeling something like courage spark in my gut as I slip my hips back just a little, "I can't say I'm not curious about what you'd want to buy me if you had the chance. Maybe a new kitchen?"

I'm teasing, of course, and I can only hope he knows that as I bend forward again, near enough to just whisper a kiss against his lips.