He gently brushed her cheek again, observing her features before their lips met. Once he pulled away, he gave a soft smile. "You're so beautiful."
She blushed and ducked her head, a small smile spreading across her face. "You don't need to flirt with me, Francis," she said quietly. "I'm yours."
She turned her head into his neck, her skin warm against his. "Hmm,"'she murmured. "I suppose I can allow it, then."
Her lips were soft against his skin, and she drew a line along his collarbone with her kisses; light and feathery.
She curled up next to him, resting her cheek on the grass. "It is. I once accidentally fell asleep here for a whole night once because the setting sun was so pretty," she said.
"And homeless people," she agreed, taking his hand and kissing it. "But everything was okay. Tom was with me, and he scared everything away, including the mosquitos."
The dog's head perked up at the sound of his name, and he wiggled over to Francis, his tongue lolling slightly. "He is a good boy," Poppy agreed. "The best."
"I agree, even though I don't know many dogs." He patted his head, before looking down at Poppy. "I'll have to take your word."
"Fish are okay," she said. "Even though you can't hug them when you're forced to leave your fiancée."
