She laughed lightly, scooting over to kiss the tip of his nose. “I don’t see how that’s possible. I’ve barely talked to you in the last 24 hours,” she teased.
“Francis, I’ve spent most of the night quite close to you. I hardly think a few kisses are going to change that.”
“Sure you were,” she teased, planting a light kiss on the base of his neck. You just didn’t know it.”