Lately, Mortimer Quincy had been spouting a constant stream of saucy remarks, to which Holly Winslow could only respond with silence: "..."
After a few seconds, she lazily draped her arm around his neck, then left faint teeth marks on both of his cheeks. Looking into his deep eyes, she said smugly, "You know what this is called?"
She paused. "An upgraded version."
After experiencing this new version of her "kisses," Mortimer Quincy was speechless. "..."
'My wife's getting a little better at leaving me speechless.'
The corners of his eyes lifted. "Looks like you love me so much, you automatically upgraded."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She rolled her eyes at him. 'She couldn't even be bothered to call him shameless anymore. It was useless. The man's skin was thicker than a castle wall.'
She bared her teeth in a grin. "Love you, love you, love you the most."
"After all, you're my personal ATM."
