"Yes, of course," she said, cupping his neck in her hands as she kissed him. "Move in with me, Craw."
She grinned, delighted. "It would be lovely," she said, embracing him and resting her head on his shoulder.
"I mean, it makes sense, right?" she said thoughtfully. "We are getting married. We should move in together."
She grinned and kissed his neck, her lips warm against his skin. "You're a really good guy, Francis," she said quietly.
"Not true," she murmured, shifting his shirt to kiss his collarbones. "You're a really, really good person."
She looked up at him, her head cocked slightly with concern. "Okay," she said eventually. "Stay with me?"
She exhaled, relaxed, before gently pulling him down onto the bed. She pulled the blankets over them, taking care to make sure that he had enough. When they were settled, she cupped his jaw in her hand. "I love you. Really. I love you so much."