"Now you're pulling my leg," she says and pushes his arm slightly before he gets up off the couch to get the food. The quick kisses and quiet touches are so common now that they don't really even register. Not like when they first started this and every kiss was sacred and earth-moving - no matter how small. She likes though that they've settled into comfort where they exchange affections with ease like breathing.

While he's gone, she shifts so she's cross-legged. A much better position for eating breakfast on the couch.

"Wow, look at all that," she says when he brings the tray over. "What did I do to deserve such service?"