"You still have your watch, so it couldn't have been that bad," I reply dryly, glancing at the wine bottle with a curious furrow of my brow before looking up at him. He kisses me soundly, a kiss like we haven't had in days, and it feels restorative.

He pulls back, still holding me by the back of his neck, and I take a deep breath as I stare up at his face. The tension in my shoulders eases a little and I realize how silly I was to worry about anything at all.

"Shut up," I say with a low chuckle, rolling my eyes and feeling my cheeks flush as I swat playfully at his hand. I reach up to wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto the sofa with a hug. "I think I already put you through enough."