"Nope. Not for us." He smiled as he kissed her neck. "For you." King whispered against her ear as his hands circled her waist and drew her closer. He would never admit it but her compliment made his cheeks glow. Abby rarely said things like that to him.
Ever reliant on his humor to shield himself, he smirked at her and chuckled. "That is why you married me. Trophy husband. I feel so used." He still wore a cast on his broken arm but no longer required the sling. Made scooping her up and carrying her over the threshold a little easier.
With her in his arms Hannibal nudged the door open with his foot and stepped inside. There was a fire burning and many, many candles, making the whole place smell indescribable but incredible. As he pushed the door shut behind them he leaned his head down to capture her lips again. This time it was slow and sweet. He made sure his lips and tongue paid attention to every crevice of her mouth.