[ She's riding too much of a high to really care if it goes deeper or not. She's happy and content with the moment, her eyes fluttering open slowly to look up at him as he plays at her curls, smiling up at him lazily and reaching up to trace his lips with her thumb.

His face is relaxed, eyes clear and bright in the last dying rays of sun and, like always, giving him away completely. ]

You look happy.