Just like last night, he surprises laughter out of her. Completely delighted, one hundred-percent genuine laughter: the kind usually reserved for watching her chosen pony cross the finish line first or winning a big bundle of Woolongs in a card game.

The pleased smile that crept onto her face after he kissed the back of her neck had nothing on the sweetly smug one there now, and one of her hands combs the hair back from his face only so none of it gets in the way of his kisses.

He's drop-dead gorgeous and he's in her bed and just rolled on top of her, and that's the best damn reason to smile she's had in ages.

One leg at a time wraps greedily around his waist, and for the first time ever, she thinks being confined to this room for the day wouldn't be so bad at all.

In fact, she plans to stay in as long as she can get away with it. And she's very good at getting away with things.