"I would and you are," Harry answered kissing her. "And I know that. I'm also very glad I managed to persuade you to stay." It was one of the best thing he'd done. The best being asking her to marry him in the first place.
He smiled and chuckled at her comment. "I'm pretty sure no one would see us if we skipped the clothes even in broad daylight," he said, leaning in to kiss her. "So yes, definitely no need for either light or clothes." He brought her to the table set out for them at the beach, pulling out her chair before sitting himself. The table was already overladen with seafood, and the champagne was being chilled next to them.
"You know, I hardly know what to talk about when we aren't supposed to talk about the war and everything that goes with it. How warped is that? It's like my mind has been so focused on what's going on that it's at the loss for any other topic."
"I think I needed this more than I realised. We both did most likely. Jamie was right."