She shook her head. “I’d do it for me. For us.”

He pulled her close and kissed her like she was the most important thing in his world. It felt good. It felt right. And it was fair, considering he was the most important thing in her world.

“Dinner’s ready,” his mother called from the kitchen.

He broke the kiss and stroked the side of her face. “Later.”

“Later,” she promised.