He looked at her, holding the same position without moving, only giving a soft hum in reply.
Bonnie leaned closer, her hand finding his and gently clasping it.
His fingers were warm and dry, carrying a quiet comfort that soothed her. She paused, then intertwined her fingers with his.
Derek didn't resist, just watched her in silence.
Bonnie moved nearer, the faint scent of body wash clinging to her damp skin, with a trace of sweetness that slipped into his senses.
Her soft hair brushed against him, the space between them barely a breath apart.
Her dark, clear eyes locked on his.
Lowering his gaze to hers, Derek asked quietly, "Have you eaten?"
Bonnie kept staring at him, silent.
She thought… he was doing this on purpose.
"Derek, how many drags of that cigarette did you take just now?"
His expression didn't shift, but the corner of his mouth curved lazily. In the same languid posture, he countered, "Why?"
