Oh, how Xanthippe had missed hearing him call her cherie. Not just over the phone, but like this, when he was here and looking at her like that.

She pressed her forehead against his, both of her arms wrapping around his shoulders, now. "I have this, like... big walk-in closet," she murmured. "With rods for the hangers on both sides? And I made sure those were installed, like, super secure."

A beat.

"I told them I own some heavy clothes. And not that I was trying to, like, make sure you can't immediately yank them off the walls if I cuff you to them."