He tugged her covered toes and smiled. She wiggled them, grinning at him.
“These are new,” he said, and skated his fingers up the striped knit of the socks.
“Like them?” She closed her book and set it aside.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her ankles, and he crawled forward as she spread her legs, welcoming him closer.
“Do they keep your toes warm?” He lowered himself to cover her.
She lifted a leg to wrap it around his waist and hooked the other ankle over his calf. “Yes.”
He dipped to kiss her. “Then I love them.”