“We have fifteen minutes,” I say.
“Wow, last time, you said five minutes.”
“I’m feeling generous.”
He smiles. “You know what that means then?”
“What?”
“That sounds like fifteen minutes of a slow dessert. Lucky me.”
I laugh out another, “What?” right as he twists me onto my back and disappears under the covers.
My ankles lift onto his shoulder once more, and his face disappears beneath me.