Emerson would have been all too happy to lay in bed with her for the rest of the day. And the next day. And possibly the day after that. One hand reached up so that his fingers could run through her hair, and he planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"See? I told you. Secret genius right here. And you didn't believe me," he couldn't resist the urge to be at least a little bit of an ass. It was part of his charm, after all. "Did you really think I was gay?"