"You mean you love me," she grinned cheekily up at Hemingway, wiggling her eyebrows as well. "And all my scandals and escapades, and you want to hear every dirty detail.." Abi ran her thumb in a circle around his stomach as she looked up at him. "Don't you act like you don't."
She slid up and kissed his lips, looking at him with warmth and love and adoration. "Thank you. I promise you, I'll love it."