All Your Perfects

by Colleen Hoover

He grabs me by the waist and lifts me off the bed, throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me over the patio threshold and back outside to the balcony where he slides me down his body as he sits on the swing. I’m straddling his lap now, holding his face in my hands. “That was a really sweet gift,” I whisper. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “I didn’t get you a gift. I didn’t know I was getting married today so I didn’t have time to shop.” Graham slides my hair over my shoulder and presses his lips against the skin of my neck. “I can’t think of a single gift in the world I would push you off my lap for.” “What if I bought you a huge flat screen TV? I bet you’d push me off your lap for a flat screen.” He laughs against my neck. “Nope.” His hand slides up my stomach until he’s cupping my breast. “What about a new car?” He slowly drags his lips up my throat. When his mouth reaches mine, he whispers hell no against my lips. He tries to kiss me, but I pull back just enough. “What if I bought you one of those fancy calculators that cost like two grand? I bet you’d push me off your lap for math.” Graham slides his hands down my back. “Not even for math.”