"If it's going to be ours," she began, enjoying the feel of that word in her mouth as much as she did before, "I don't think we could get in trouble for it." She caught his hand as it slid down her side, holding it gently in the curve of her waist, and tilting her head just slightly enough to look up into his big, dark eyes. "And I think the wall would be a perfect place for one of your drawings."