It was hard to keep a straight face when he was saying things like that. "Yeah?" she asked, giving up on suppressing her smile. "I like a bit of spice."
Her breath caught as he kissed her collarbone and her mind raced with a dozen apologies for the scars that were so close to his mouth before she sharply reminded herself that she had nothing to apologise for, bringing herself back into the moment. He looked just a little flushed, which she couldn't help but like.
"Yes," she agreed. "Another glass of wine." She reached up to removed a smudge of her lipstick from the edge of his mouth. "And maybe we can find a table somewhere a little quieter?"