"There is," he murmured, his voice rough and low. "It won't stop hurting unless you kiss it."
She gave him a narrow-eyed look, even as his arms slid around her waist and pulled her on top of him completely until she was straddling his torso fully. She gasped, caught off guard by the sudden shift, but made no attempt to move away. In fact, she adjusted her knees for balance, settling against him more securely.
"Stop being silly," she said, though her voice had softened. "I didn't hit your nose hard enough to hurt it. Even if I did, what were you trying to do hovering over me like that while I slept?" She arched an accusing brow at him.
"I was admiring my beautiful, sleeping wife. Now kiss it so it can stop hurting. Please." His eyes twinkled with mischief and something deeper that made her breath come out in a shallow little gasp.
