His eyes cracked open, gray and still hazy from sleep. He glanced down…and froze.
Bella was draped half over him like a sleepy kitten, one small palm resting flat on his chest. Her cheek was pressed against the hard planes of muscle, lips parted slightly as she sighed in her sleep. Her cardigan had slipped off one shoulder, her hair falling across him in soft brown waves that tickled his collarbone.
Leonardo's hand twitched at his side. He swallowed, his jaw tightening as the heat of her body sank through his skin– so soft, so warm.
He shifted slightly, just enough to test if he could move her without waking her up. But the moment he tried, her fingers curled tighter into his pyjama fabric. A small, sleepy noise escaped her lips, a helpless little whimper that made his chest tighten for some reasons.
