I protest playfully when he scoops me up into his arms. It's an old game by now. He tries to carry me and I fight and fight the entire time. Except those days where I'm far too tired to care. Or those days where I just want to be loved.

"Tempt me with what?" I ask, nipping at his chin and tickling his sides as we roll in to the bed. At some point, I kick off my shoes and kiss his cheek. I snuggle up against him and rest my head against his chest. I've spent too many days in an empty bed.

"It'll have to be good, you know. Because my mystery is very, very good, Ewan darling." I look up at him, letting myself be lost in his beautiful blue-green eyes for a few seconds. "You see, we're not alone in this room right now. I know why. But you, love, will have to figure it out."