[Oh— he rather likes that, in fact, and some of that cheekiness ebbs away to reveal warm contentment, leaning back against the pillows as he eases his arm around her shoulders and takes his coffee cup in one hand again.]
I quite agree— and no one I would rather spend it with.
[He drops his chin to drop a chaste kiss against the top of her head before returning to his coffee, closing his eyes as he takes another long sip, followed by a satisfied exhale.]
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I quite agree— and no one I would rather spend it with.
[He drops his chin to drop a chaste kiss against the top of her head before returning to his coffee, closing his eyes as he takes another long sip, followed by a satisfied exhale.]
Perfection.