*finds enough presence of mind not to collapse his full weight on top of you, although when coherent thought starts to settle back in, he can feel his legs are still quite tangled with yours (and it's not a bad feeling)*
*settles his hand at the side of your neck and feels your heartbeat come down along with his* *cracks his eyes open to see mostly flushed cheeks and a wild tangle of golden hair* *smiles faintly, wondering if you will understand his deeper motive (that there is no ulterior motive) when he says:* You're lovely.