"Hello, Mrs Kelly," said a voice from across the room, and she peered over to see Rían sitting in his chair, shirt undone, face played up in a curious smile.
She twisted about to face him, still not ready to get up. “Were you watching me sleep?” she asked, amused.
“Maybe just a little,” he replied. “You’re hard to ignore. Too beautiful to ignore.”
“No I’m not,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him. “You’re blind.”
“Hmm, no,” he said, stretching out. “Just in love. In love with you, Mrs Kelly.” His smile was irrepressible. “Mrs Kelly,” he said. “I still can’t get used to that.”
“It’s been a month,” she said, sleepily. “Maybe you need to say it more.”
He leapt off the chair, planted himself at the base of the bed, tugging gently at the covers. It was so blazing hot out, this August, having covers at all seemed absurd, especially with her too-thick nightgown on. But Maggie held onto them anyway, just for the sake of playing with Rían a little more.