She'd been fluttering in and out of sleep since they finished Brock's food. Ash held her gently, murmuring softly when she was looking up at him and admiring her pursed lips when she drifted off to sleep again.
Heart pounding, he bent his head to run trails of kisses along the soft expanse of skin next to her nose. He'd never considered how incredibly attractive he found freckles before he came this close to that perfect constellation along her cheeks.
"I never want to give you up," he whispered against her skin and buried his face in to her hair.