“Why not combine two of my favorite things?” I reply with a laugh, shifting up onto one elbow so I can look down at his face. “Too bad we don’t have any peaches.”

There’s a grin in my voice, along with an obvious fondness. Nothing in the world, not music or food or wine, makes me anywhere near as happy as simply being in Oliver’s vicinity does.

“You have a very lovely mouth,” I murmur softly, tilting my head and gently drawing his hair back from his face, thumb tracing span of his forehead. “And somehow I live in a world where you use it on me every day.”