“Standing on a coffee table? Really?” He grabs me around the waist and lowers me onto the floor. “You could have broken your neck! That thing is two hundred years old. It could have collapsed underneath you.” I roll my eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m serious. I’m going to go completely gray in a year because of you.” “Oh, don’t you dare blame me for your gray hairs.” I press my hands to his hair, combing my fingers through it, and savoring the moment. “You came to me like this. Very dashing, I must admit.”
