She sighed dramatically before flopping next to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. “You’re impossible,” she murmured.
Poppy's brow furrowed in her sleep and she woke up suddenly, instantly feeling his absence in the bed. She sat up, blinking drowsily in the late evening light. "Francis?"
Her eyes were almost glowing in the dark room and she paused before giving him a warm smile. “Hey. Sorry. Just didn’t know where you were.”
