She smoothed her hands over his shirt, reaching up to give him a light kiss. “I sure love you, Craw.”
Her eyes were dark as she shifted towards him, curling up next to him. Her fingers lightly traced his ribs and she planted a kiss on his sternum. “Are you feeling better?”
Her thumb grazed the stubble on his jaw as she considered him, giving him a quick kiss before pulling away and sitting up. “I’ll be back. Drink your soup.”
She smirked down at him, brushing a hand through his dark hair before pulling away. “Damn straight. I’ll be back.” She headed for the door and Francis would hear he go down the stairs to find the medicine.
She returned a few minutes later, shaking a vial with a blood red liquid inside, frowning at the contents. “It’s separated a little, but it shouldn’t taste too bad.” She sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting the waistband of his boxers on her hips. “You have to drink it all, okay?”
She dimpled at him, leaning back against his chest as she passed him the vial, her hair tickling his skin. “Of course. Bon appetite.”
