“But you’d better make it up to me when we get back. I’ll need pizza, ice cream, and lots of massages.” She frowned when she caught the naughty gleam in his eyes. “Not that kind of massage. The kind where you rub my back for at least an hour and feed me chocolate and alcoholic beverages.”

“But you’d better make it up to me when we get back. I’ll need pizza, ice cream, and lots of massages.” She frowned when she caught the naughty gleam in his eyes. “Not that kind of massage. The kind where you rub my back for at least an hour and feed me chocolate and alcoholic beverages.”

— Sara Desai