Bella twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger.
So bored, she whined inwardly, her lips forming a tiny pout. She peeked at him again, his strong back, the damp hair at his nape, the way his pajama shirt clung to his broad shoulders.
She hugged her knees tighter and rested her chin on them, her eyes turning soft.
Does he never get lonely? she wondered.
She wanted to ask him that out loud but the way he stood there, so stiff and distant, made her shrink the question back down inside her chest.
So instead, she let out a tiny yawn and kicked her feet gently against the edge of the couch.
"…So boring," she mumbled, pouting. She didn't even realize she'd spoken out loud until she felt a sharp prickle down her neck.
When she peeked up, she found Leonardo standing still, turned halfway to face her. His dark brows were pulled together in a frown, his gray eyes narrowed slightly, like he wasn't sure he'd heard right.
"What did you say?" he asked, his voice low but sharp.
