“I’m not always there you know ? But a footstool would be.”He replied with a small smile before he grabbed the book then gave it to her.”There you go.”
“But a footstool won’t kiss me.” She shrugged, and took the book from him, holding it to her chest. “Speaking of which…” She trailed off with a playful grin, moving to stand on her toes.
“Perhaps you didn’t meet the right footstool.”He joked,leaning forward to kiss her on the lips.

















