She glanced up at him for a moment before looking away with a small smile. "I can't get over it, you know," she said quietly.
"That good?" She turned to him and took his hands, holding them tightly. "Francis, my love, you are perfect."
He grinned at her, giving a loving kiss. "I don't know if that's true. The only perfection I see here is you."
She laughed lightly, shaking her head. She reached up and cupped his jaw in her hands, her gaze never leaving his face. "No, my darling. I appreciate it, but no."
Her lips curved upwards in a warm smile and she reached up and kissed him lightly. "I feel the same, Craw," she murmured. "But you already knew that."
They got to the top of the stairs just as the sun dipped over the horizon, painting the room in multicolored lights. The beginnings of stars were twinkling above them, and the entire world was bathed in golden light. Poppy inhaled slightly. "Wow."
"About it being beautiful up here at night," she said before turning to look back out across the city.
He looked at her, before kissing her cheek, leaning down to wrap his arms around her. "Not as beautiful as the person next to me."
She laughed, but there was a blush that rose on her cheeks as she rested her head on his shoulder. "You're a flirt, my love."
