"You've rubbed against me often enough, you probably got some luck," he commented with a wink before he took a sip. Hmm. Fruity. No hint of chocolate. Woodsy aroma in his nostrils after swallowing. Or maybe he was making all this up mentally to sound smart.

As he took another sip, he reached out his other hand to trace a small circle on the back of one of hers. He swallowed before speaking. There was the thought that dribbling wine into the carefully prepared bath might have been a breach of etiquette somehow. He didn't care about etiquette, but he knew his wife did a little. "So, when do I get to unwrap my presents?"