Her hand was curled trustingly against his chest, her other hand on the side of his neck. "I can't believe you planned all this..."
She laughed breathily, her fingers in his hair. "Jesus. Francis, have you looked at yourself lately?"
"You're ridiculously handsome, smart as a whip, clever and funny, charming, dedicated. Like, Jesus, Craw."
She looked down at him for a moment, her fingers brushing through his hair slowly. "Do you have work today?"