He slowed the kiss, ending it by pulling my bottom lip in between his. “I could kiss you all day,” he said dreamily. But then he peeled himself off me and stood up. He extended his hand. “Come with me.” Then he stopped. “Oh. You already did.” I burst out laughing. Gawd. “I meant come this way . . . or let’s go this way.” He laughed. “Though I’m down for more coming. It’s the best hangover cure.”
