He hadn't planned on being lost in thought when she woke up: not that he can help feel her stirring, her kiss on his shoulder the most comforting thing in the world. Opening his eyes again, he tries to read her. Is that surprise on her face? Regret? Curiosity?

You are an amazing woman, Fleur. I know you don't think so, but I know it in my heart.

Bill resettles onto his side so he can watch her. Such exotic sleep in those eyes of hers; he kisses her forehead softly. Passion was for last night; this morning is for...

...gentle assessment.

"Good morning, love."