She hesitated before taking his face in her hands, giving him a slow kiss. "I can't believe it, to be honest. You're mine."
Her thumb swirled circles on his cheekbone and she shook her head slowly. "Mine. You married me. Francis, we're married."
She squinted at him. "I don't think you really mean that. What if I burped in your face after eating anything? That wouldn't be ladylike."