"I'll manage," she answered, sliding her arms up and around his neck for a moment as they kissed.
Once inside his room, Rose moved to the bookshelf, her finger skimming along the spines of the volumes there. It was easy to tell he was absorbed in his work, just as she was. If Michael had come to her flat, he would have noticed bits of kit and Fleetwood product scattered about, as well as player's cards and old Quidditch Weeklys. "It's nice." Rose sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands behind her. "This is all happening so fast."