She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest as she glanced idly out the window. "I think I'm going to plant flowers," she said thoughtfully, looking down at him with a small smile. "In the windowbox."
"I was always fond of tulips," she mused, reaching down with one hand and running her fingers through his hair. "What do you think?"
She looked down at him in surprise for a moment, her expression softening before she leaned down, kissing him. “We don’t have to get started now, though.”
She laughed a little, slipping her leg over him and leaning down to kiss him gently. “No. We have time.”
His hand rested on her jaw, and he looked up at her thoughtfully, his expression playful. "Time? For what?"
She turned her face to kiss his palm gently, her fingers curled in his shirt. “Hm. That depends on you.”
She planted kisses on his neck before pulling away slightly, watching him. “Whatever you want,” she replied quietly.
He raised an eyebrow before reaching up, pulling her down and switching places with her, propping himself up over her before leaning down and kissing her jaw slowly.
She blushed deeply, her eyes fluttering closed instinctively as her fingers brushed through the back of his hair. “Jesus, Abel.”
She beamed up at him before reaching up and kissing him deeply. “This is wonderful,” she replied. “If you want it, I want it too.”
