Crow sighed as he met Penelope’s lips once more, a little disappointed that she didn’t think it was a good idea, even though her reasoning made sense to him. They didn’t know when or where the mercenaries could strike next, and sleeping together out in the open would leave them both vulnerable to attack. Besides that, it would be difficult to make sure the suturing in his chest didn’t get irritated if they tried. Even though he wanted to spend one more night with her before they parted, he knew she was probably being more reasonable in turning him down.

“I hate that you’re right,” he shook his head and then smirked at her. “Well, I hope you know I’m going to hold you to that.” Leaning in again, he kissed her playfully on the nose. When he pulled back, his gaze wandered up to the night sky again. It wouldn’t be much longer before he had to leave. He wished they had more time together, but it would be better if he left sooner rather than later.

Crow drew Penelope a little closer to himself, suddenly reluctant to let her go. “I should probably leave soon,” he murmured, resting his head against hers. “Just promise me you’ll be safe, okay? I want you to come back to me in one piece.”