Poppy shifted slightly the next morning, murmuring under her breath. She pulled Francis closer, burying her face in his chest.
The door creaked open and Tom padded in, tail wagging. He looked up at the sleeping couple for a moment before leaping on the peaceful scene, bouncing on top of them.
Poppy also woke up suddenly, shocked to have the dog in her face. “Tom!” she gasped, putting her hands up. “Tom, down!”
She glanced up him, her eyes wide and her curls in disarray. “You did?” she asked as Tom settled down with a sigh. “I was replaced by a dog?”
He raised an eyebrow before sitting up and pinning her onto the bed. "I did not wait a week for you to return and mock me about how I care for you."
Her flush was fierce and immediate, spreading across her cheeks like wildfire. The pink contrasted with her cool grey eyes and she watched him for a moment before tugging on his tie, pulling him closer. “I apologize for the disrespect,” she replied before kissing him lightly.
She leaned into his touch, beaming up at him. “I love you too. Even if you pin me down at random intervals.”
