He would hear her drowsily murmuring, her voice soft. “I love you, Abel,” she said sleepily, turning her face into his shoulder. “I love you.”
She flushed a little, but looked pleased with this response, resting her head against his heart again. "Good."
"That's not true," she mused sleepily. "I have a temper and I'm mean when I'm tired, and I'm stubborn..."
She laughed a little. "Well... in that case, I think you're perfect too," she said, looking up at him, the edge of her tattoo exposed from under the sheets.