"Right," I breathe out, pressing my head against his when it tips back to find me. It's such a sweet moment, blissful in its domesticity, and I take a deep, steadying breath. It's our secret, and there is no one I trust more than him.

"God, that smells good," I say with my nose pressed to the base of his skull, inhaling deeply and hooking my chin over his shoulder, hands sliding up under his sweater to rest against his stomach. "The steaks smell fine too, I guess."