I lifted my gaze, leaning and relaxed against his chest, and with a skeptical look I asked him:
“You only brought this? Really?”
“The rest of the box is in my suitcase.”
“Thank goodness,” I sighed, with a little laugh. “Because I was tempted to buy some, but this isn’t like choosing a shirt, if you understand me...”
The shrewd smile Alexander gave me back let me know that the joke had been accepted.
He leaned in again to give me another kiss, while I struggled to take the travel bag and coat from his hands, but he resisted stubbornly, laughing. My anxiety must have amused him greatly. He began to smell my neck, and I laughed louder; his nose tickled me, but suddenly he dropped the bags (for an instant I feared the computer had shattered) and his hands grabbed me above the elbows, firm
