The longer he left his hand there on her skin, the faster her heart seemed to beat. He could do crazy things to her. Crazy, wonderful things. She reminded herself that she better become a bit more resilient because they hadn't even gotten close to the things that were really going to make her forget herself yet.
She ran a finger absentmindedly along the edge where his shirt came together by his heart, tracing over a button.
"Not yet," she admitted, "Even though I've got a few ideas from some catalogs...Jolene is supposed to be going with me tomorrow to look. I've got a good feeling about it," she told him, a grin playing on her lips.
"On a scale of one to ten, with one being detest and ten being ecstatic, what's your reaction to the statement: I'm thinking about wearing converse to our wedding."