BOOK
His gaze narrows in on his wife as he hears her chuckle; it's a soft laugh that fills his heart with such warmth it makes him smile too. It happens again, and now he simply stares at her as she flips the page of her book.
He sits next to her in their bed like that for a good two minutes, just watching her read, listening to her chuckles, watching the way her lips curl up. How she shifts on her spot next to him, settling further into her pillow and then he watches the way her cheeks start to blush. It's barely visible in the darkness of their room, but he notices it anyway.
"What are you reading?"
She snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of his voice, looking up to find him gazing at her, and she quickly closes her book. "Nothing."
His brows draw together, and he gives her a quizzical look - silently asking her why she's avoiding his question.
"It's a romance novel," she says then; it's the truth, but it doesn't exactly say anything over the particularly spicy part the story way in, folding her hands over the book as she rests it in her lap. "You wouldn't like it."
She's right about that; it's not the kind of books he likes to read. But the statement is clear bait, and he willingly walks into it.
Reaching over, he places his hand on top of hers as he leans in. "Who says I don't do romance," Harvey whispers against her lips before closing the distance between them.
She sighs against his lips, losing herself in their kiss, and it's only when he pulls back that she tells him that's not what she meant.
"Ooh," he whispers then, dragging his tongue over her jaw to her ear, gently biting on her earlobe as he pries the book from her grasp. "I get it," he tells her then. "Anything interesting they're doing in there that we could be doing?"
She hums, angling her neck so he has easier access - and he takes it, placing kisses down her neck, over her collarbone and chest. He pulls back then, facing her once more before he speaks.
"Read it to me."