“I love Mel Brooks, and The Big Chill was always one of my favorites. Thank you.” He tore offthe wrapping of the lobby card, looking at first a little puzzled, and then very pleased. He propped it up against a chair and pulled me into his arms. “You got me this because of the song, didn’t you? I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I kissed his cheek, then turned his face so I could kiss his mouth. “I love kissing you,” I murmured against it.
“I must have done something awesome in a past life to be rewarded with you this time around.”
That was so sweet…. I sniffled. Damn. Wills was going to think I was a crybaby. Why was it I seemed to well up at the drop of a hat, but he never shed a tear?
I cleared my throat and stepped out of his embrace. “Check out your last present.” That was the books.
“Oh. Oh, my!” He held up one of the books, The Pearl. “I take it this isn’t the John Steinbeck book.”