"Just put it on."
"That is ridiculous. I am not putting that thing on my head." Diane pushed the small wreath, that had been decorated with candles, back toward Kurt; just as her phone buzzed.
He didn't say a word as he walked around the table, lazily. Diane stared down at her phone, exasperatingly, it is Christmas.
"Please." Very rarely does Kurt pout, but when he does Diane can't look; she is powerless when he does.
"No."
He came up behind her and slid his arms around her, hands settling on her hips.
"Just for a second?" He smirked to himself as he kissed right between her jaw and her neck.
She frowned and placed it on her head reluctantly, good thing she loved him.