“Don’t worry, I will get it out of you somehow,” Natasha replied, her teasing smile softening again as Clint settled against her. Closing her eyes as his hand moved lower, gently massaging her soft flesh, she ducked her head to settle against his chest again. Moving her hand higher, she slipped it under the hem of his shirt so she too could feel his skin and resumed the random circling of her fingers against his side.

This was definitely better than fighting their way through the Sunday shoppers. There would be plenty of time to buy anything else they wanted for their trip once they were there.

“I knew you would see it my way,” she chuckled.