He put his arms around her, pressed his lips to her neck. "Mmm, like silk," he said.
"It is silk, you dumbo," she said.
"Not the blouse, your skin." He sucked gently at that spot, just so, and she gasped, tilting her head to give him better access.
"Don't leave a mark," she said. "Mum will see it." She threaded her fingers through his hair.
He laughed against her, vibrating her skin. "So?"
"So, she'll start asking about weddings and babies, and we won't get any peace."
"Then, let's just tell her about the wedding."
"What wedding?"
"Ours?"
"Oh, yes."