"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" I asked.
Trent and I had spent all day in bed, and we'd only just gone downstairs. He'd ordered Chinese food, and we were now sitting on the couch, watching TV, waiting for the delivery driver. Or rather, I was watching TV. Trent couldn't seem to stop watching me.
"I'm not allowed to look at my beautiful wife?" he said, his eye sparkling with adoration.
"Looking and staring are two different things," I said, shifting to sit cross legged, facing him. "What's going on?" I shivered involuntarily. Why was it so cold in here?
Trent grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it around my shoulders. He tugged the ends together in front of me and used his hold on it to draw me closer for a kiss. Sighing, I leaned into him, loving the feel of his lips on mine.