“You. Said. No. More. Gifts,” I say, announcing every word with a poke of my finger against his muscle. He swipes my hand away, keeping it tightly in his grasp, and kisses my palm, smiling into it. “I never said that. You said that.” “Robert!” I snap my hand back, momentarily falling into his soft, lulling trap of tender kisses. “Winnifred!” he says, laughing, his eyes creasing on either side.
