The first coherent thought she has is that she can feel his heart beating against her chest and she manages a faint grin at the sensation, her hands relaxing against his back, smoothing over his skin before he's moving away from her. She manages a faintly disgruntled whimper when she feels him pull out of her, because she'd kind of like him to stay exactly where he is for just a little while longer, but he's back within seconds and she tips her head to the side, smiling over at him. There are petals stuck to him, stuck to her, in her hair, plastered against her back, and she watches him pull one off her arm before she shakes her head.

"No, that was amazing," she says with a laugh. She's spent a lot of time imagining this over the past several weeks and whatever she'd been thinking, this has completely blown it away. "I'll live here, that's totally cool. At least for tonight and tomorrow." Suddenly she's extremely grateful she has the next day off and she wonders if she should call Carla Jean at some point just to let her know she's still alive and that she's not coming home. At least for a little while.

"So how much time did you spend imagining it?" she asks, turning toward him, her hand smoothing over his chest. "Like... just here and there or are we talking serious consideration? Because, I'll be totally honest, I thought about it all the goddamn time."