Eli only grinned. “That’s half the fun isn’t it?” Carmen’s lips quirked in response. “I’ll neither confirm nor deny the accuracy of that statement.” “Meaning, yes,” he retorted, placing his chin on her shoulder. “Besides, this allows us to do something with our oral fixations.” She turned her head to meet his stare. “I have no idea what you’re referring to.” He chuckled. “Unh-hunh.” “Hush and help me do this, man.” Slapping her hands out of the way, Eli used his own to roll the cigar. He’d tricked her into this, a workshop offered by the resort where they got to learn the merits of creating their own stogies. He told her that he hadn’t smoked in at least six months but occasionally, he did like to visit the whiskey bar where tobacco thrived. When Carmen had told him she used to enjoy Cubans before she had to give them up for the sake of her taste buds, he’d formed the perfect plan to give them a little bit of downtime and fun while the rest of the wedding party ran about.
