Anne took the flowers, inhaling their scent. "They're beautiful," she told him, accepting his kiss and compliment. "Thank you, Sam. You're always so-"
Nice. Sweet. Gentle- Not that last time, but even after it had been nice, falling asleep with him. "Thank you."
Turning, she headed into the kitchen, motioning for him to follow. "I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat, so I thought I'd let you decide once you got here. You never did get your dinner last time," she pointed out, placing the roses in a cut vase and filling it with water. "What are you hungry for?"