“Mark?”
“You bet. Do you know what time it opens?”
“The website says ten.”
“Okay. We’ll have plenty of time.”
“I’ll make breakfast.” He smiled again, shut down the laptop, and slid it onto the nightstand on his side of the bed.
“Not just yet.” Before he could get up, I caught his arm and tugged him back to me. His eyes were bright, and I kissed him before I worked my way down his body and blew him.
~*~
“Y’KNOW, I’M NOT SURE how I feel about this,” I told Quinn as we left Mount Olympus later in the morning. We’d bought each other’s rings, and he carried a miniature royal blue shopping bag with the Mount Olympus logo on it, containing two jewelers’ boxes.
“About exchanging rings?” Quinn asked the question in cool tones.
“Ass. About having a finger that’s so average my ring doesn’t have to be sized.”
“Well, neither does mine, if it comes to that.” He bumped his shoulder against mine. “So cheer up.”
“Yeah, but still…”