Mandy bit her lip as he scolded her, turning her head just enough that his fingers grazed her cheek. "I don't ever forget for long..." His hand was warm against her skin for the fleeting moment it was there, and Mandy reached to take his hand in hers.
Wine in one hand left her only the one free, but she managed, turning his hand palm-up and tracing the lines across his palm with her thumb. "I'll do the cooking, then," she murmured, then brought his palm to her cheek and closed her eyes with a sigh.