He hums, pulling the blanket toward him. But instead of passing it over to me, he just lays it across his own lap. “I agree with you.” Then he lifts the edge of the blanket closest to me in blatant invitation. I give him side-eye in return. “Kitten, I’m not trying to pull a fast one on you. But this is the best and softest blanket in the whole house. Trust me when I say that it, combined with me, will keep you plenty warm.” He holds my gaze for a beat, then adds. “I promise to remain a perfect gentleman.”
