"Of course I don't mean it," he said, catching her hands, his face a little more serious. It felt wonderful to be touching her again. Apart from hugging Dom when she arrived, he hadn't had any human contact for weeks.
Gently, he laced his fingers with hers. "Next time I try to give you a present, please stop me," he said, half teasing, half serious. He had gone over the fact that it was his fault she was even at the spa in his head so many times since that day. Why couldn't he have just bought her a watch or a necklace or something like that?