“Some are from then. Some I had before, but most are from since. I just like ‘em. I think of them as art, as a form of expression. Like painting, I guess.”
Naomi kissed his chest. “Maybe I should get one.”
King was surprised. “You want one?”
“Maybe. I’ve always thought about it, but could never really decide on what to get.”
“Yeah. Make sure it means something to you.”
“I will.”
He dropped a quick kiss on the back of her neck. “I need a shower.”
“Me too. You want some company in there?”
“Damn right I do. Though I can’t promise to behave myself if you stand in that shower with me, all wet and gorgeous.”
“I can’t promise that I’ll mind too much.” She glanced down. “And give me your boxers – I’ll throw them in the wash.”
He grinned. “But then I’ll be trapped here until they’re dry.”
