"I'm sorry we haven't gone back to our roots like that sooner," Annie told him, deciding her hands were probably warm enough to play with his hair by now. Stupid job. Less-stupid wedding. "But I want to do that, like...weekly."

Nightly, maybe, as long as they stayed uninjured? And no one had work or sibling obligations or important episodes of American Ninja Warrior to catch up on, et cetera.