"I love you," he whispers breathlessly as he collapses onto her chest. Her breathing slowly steadies to its regular pace as he rests his cheek on her bare chest.
"I love you too," she mumbles; her hand lazily stroking his hair. He props himself up, leaning over her. A contented silence fills the room and James and Lily look into each other's eyes.
He picks up a lock of her long, red hair, twirling it around his fingers.
"You're so beautiful," James mumbles softly, admiring her features. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, her bright green eyes looking straight into his hazel ones.
"You're handsome," Lily says, her hand reaching up to stroke his cheek. James grins, rolling off her to lay beside her.
"I know," he replies cheekily. Lily laughs, rolling onto her side to face him.
"Can't even go one morning without that big head of yours getting in the way?"
James shrugs, pulling her closer, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and he rubs her back gently, resting his forehead against hers.
"You know you love it, Evans."
Lily chuckles, her arm draped over his bare body.
"Hey," she grins. "It's Potter, Potter."