His eyes widen, his broad palm lifting to cover her mouth. In his panic, she was able to easily yank him onto the bed, where he landed with a startled shout, the two of them tangled into an ungainly pile of limbs.

"See what happens when I try to be nice," he said, exasperated. Hooking an arm behind her back, he rolled them on the bed, turning to prop himself against the headboard and pulling her neatly into his lap.

"You're impossible." He brushed her hair back from her face, thumbing at the crumbs on her lips, a warm ached settling in his chest.