What does your perfect Sunday look like?” “Hmm.” Her hand wandered down my abdomen. “This is a pretty good start.” “I agree.” “And then there would be food. Waffles or something. Then I’d probably curl up on the couch with a book and a blanket and some coffee.” She looked up at me. “Am I boring?” “Yes.” She smiled. “What would you do with a rainy Sunday?” “Honestly, I’d probably get under the blanket and try to take your pants off.”
