She would hear him laugh a little, his voice breathy and a little nervous, but he pulled her closer to him and there was no uncertainty in his hold. (Zoop?)
A while later, he was lying on his side and watching her, his grey eyes soft as he brushed his hand through her hair gently.
She was watching him as well, her hand gently brushing his waist. She leaned forward and kissed him. "I love you, Ben."
He laughed a little, reaching out and pulling her to his chest by her waist gently, kissing her temple. "I know. I wish we could stay like this."
He laughed a little, pressing his temple against her for a moment before letting go and taking his shirt. "Maybe."
"Hopefully," she said with a small laugh, watching him before moving slip on the rest of her clothes.