Poppy glanced up at him, her hands reaching up to gently cup his face, his stubble scratching her palms. “Do you want to head to the bed?” she asked him sleepily. “It’s probably better for our posture.”
She kissed him once before pulling away, slipping out of his embrace to slide off the couch, already missing his proximity. She reached out to him, waiting for him to follow.
She gave him one more kiss before grabbing a large shirt and heading for the bathroom, yawning slightly as she walked.
Poppy returned about five minutes later in the large t-shirt, slipping into bed next to him. “Hello, again,” she said cheerfully, pulling her damp hair back into a ponytail.
She brushed her fingers through his hand, kissing him lightly. “You’re so... God. You’re so lovely, Craw,” she murmured.
