Kisses fall to my forehead 
to the crevice of my neck

"What are you doing?"

I ask,  
laughing,
holding his face between 
my hands.

"I don't want you to run out."

He kisses my forehead, again.

"Then I need 10 more."

He takes my face in his hands.

"There,"

he responds,
looking satisfied.,

"I gave you 12."