Pausing where she was with her hand cupped against his cheek, Annie looked at him with the moonlight coming in the window and came almost too close to whispering words that had no business being said after four (three? five?) dates. Instead, she blinked the emotion out of her eyes and kissed him again, briefly, before laying back down against his side and resting her head against his chest.

"Me, too," she murmured, lost in thought. "Night, Clay."