"I love the way you tell me the things I do that you love." "Then I should tell you something else," I say. I lean across the table and crook my finger toward her until she's leaning across the table, too. I nudge my nose softly against hers. "I love the way you smell." I rub my nose against her neck. "I love the way you feel." Over her jaw. "I love the way you think." I kiss her temple. "And I love the way you taste." And with that, my lips find hers in a kiss both gentle and earnest.
