Ivan chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “There’s nothing to feel bad about. The night got cut a little short, but we didn’t have to go out in the first place. I was fine staying home.”
“It’s our second anniversary, though. We have to celebrate.”
“Yes,” he agrees, leaning in and kissing my shoulder. “Which we could have done from our couch. Niles would have loved to order us an anniversary dinner.”
He’s not wrong. Niles made little inquiries all week about what our plans were and if there was anything he could help with.
I groan. “Now, I feel bad about that, too. I already pulled out of the trip he tried to surprise us with. The least I could have done is let him make us some dinner.”
“Niles knows why you pulled out of the trip. He isn’t mad at you.”
“You don’t know th
