“Hey,” he replied, his voice tired but warm.

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, brushing my hand against his cheek. “How was your day?”

He shook his head, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Stressful. One thing after another. I’m exhausted.”

I smiled gently, but my eyes glimmered with the secret I was holding. “Good,” I said softly, letting my tone drip with meaning. “Because I have just the thing to make you feel better.”

He blinked, surprised, his brows ...