Kate looks up from the magazine that she’s reading to see Chris smiling down on her. She giggles and holds up her hands, inviting him to come closer, to be beside her on the bed. Chris obliges, stealing a smooch before getting himself comfortable.
“I can’t believe you’re still reading an actual magazine, girly girl,” Chris says, caressing her hair. “Haven’t you heard of the internet?”
Kate continues giggling. “Hey,” she says. “My dad is still reading the actual New York Times paper. We’re classic that way, and I’m proud of that.”
“And that, is what I like about you, babe,” Chris says, kissing her, not just stealing a smooch.
Kate moans. His kisses are sooo good. They really are compatible. In bed and out of. Now Kate looks at Chris, something is wrong. He looks sad? No, but he looks l
