He shoved her shoulder right on back. He liked this Cassandra, the playful Cassandra. Nearly as delightful as the Cassandra with flushed cheeks and angry, bright eyes. Although not nearly as attractive as the Cassandra with hair spread across the floor and eyes closed and gasping for breath...

He drew her onto his lap, encircling his arms around her. "Enough of this wedding talk. Tell me more about how fond you are of me." He brushed his lips across her shoulder.