“Oh hell yes.” The shock of her icy fingertips made him shudder deliciously, and he opened his mouth to catch her fingers again, only this time it wasn’t just his teeth but his tongue that flicked over them too. He could eat her all up, seriously, and Much planted kisses on her palm and up her wrist, getting to the inside of his elbow before he groaned and pressed his forehead against it instead. “I have to do the till,” he lamented, taking a moment (and kissing her arm again) before he righted himself. “Come back here with me while I do it, I’ll be so fast,” he promised, though, how he thought he could count out tomorrow’s float while she was that much closer to him, he had no idea.