His fingers were clutching my hoodie when I softly broke the kiss, and I pressed my lips to his cheek before pulling back further. I didn’t put too much space between us but I wanted to see his face. His eyes were closed, but his features were relaxed, blissed out, and I found myself wanting to stroke a finger over one thick eyebrow just to see how it felt.
“You know what we need to do now?” I murmured.
He blinked his dark eyes open, the pupils dilated with desire. He sucked in a shaky breath. “What?”
I waggled my eyebrows. “Bake cookies.”