Sitting back from my plate, I slipped an arm around his shoulders as I nursed my wine, smiling softly as his fingertips brushed my forehead.

"I'm sure we have some fruit in the crisper," I teased him, reading the warm, playful look on his face for what it was. Finishing off my wine, I reached for him, my touch delicate at the curve of his jaw, and pulled him into a kiss.