“I don’t see why not. It’d be nice to see you in something besides these hospital gowns.” he said, “No matter how nice they look.” he added with a teasing grin, rubbing her hands with his thumbs.
She was torn between being excited and wanting to jump into his arms and arguing over the hospital gown. Oh decisions, decisions.
She chose to combine them, pulling him forward for a hug, kissing his cheek in thanks. “Thank you, though I don’t know what you see in this gown,” she teased.
“You.”
Jack Maple 