There was something about this infuriating and surprisingly fragile woman that turned all his thoughts into white noise, something that made it impossible to focus on anything but her.

He knew it had something to do with the pleasant, expensive wine, but it had more to do with her. With the fragrance of her skin, those beautiful eyes of hers. He pulls away to brush a soft kiss to her forehead, to her cheek, to the tip of her nose before his hand on her waist yanks her upwards, flush to him.

'She really is beautiful.'

It wasn't a particularly loud thought, but it fills his whole mind as he leans in to press a line of kisses to her jaw.