“Don’t worry. I’m not doing anything ridiculously impulsive or drastic. Not right now.” He covered my mouth with his before I could respond, and I lightly punched his chest.
“What have you done? Are you doing? Going to do? Whatever it is. What is it?”
“Nothing. I’m messing with you. I haven’t done anything. I promise.” He dropped another kiss to my lips.
“Yet? There’s always a yet with you. Always.”
“I’m not promising I won’t, but I haven’t done anything at this moment in time.”
“Oh, because that makes me feel so much better,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You scare me. Do you know that?”
He pushed away from the table and grabbed his tea, watching me over
