Thomas leans close to kiss Greta's shoulder when her dress slides away, just enough. They could certainly undress each other faster, but there's no rush. Saoirse is out after all that excitement, and honestly, it's been ages since it felt like they weren't in a hurry (or too exhausted) for one reason or another.

He trails kisses up Greta's neck and gently bites her earlobe as his hands slide over her hips. "I love you," he murmurs against her skin, in case she hasn't heard it enough tonight. Thomas lifts his head and he can't help but smile.

"And you're going to marry me."