Leonardo didn't answer right away. He just stood there, feeling how her hand slipped around his wrist, her nails tracing small circles on his skin like she owned him.
He didn't pull away.
"Yes," he said finally, his voice low, almost flat. He let her tug him back inside his tiny, cramped room — the one he'd spent all night in, head bent over her messy notes, rewriting every single answer so she wouldn't fail.
She pushed the papers aside without even glancing at them. "Good," she hummed, climbing onto his lap like she always did. "You're so smart. I really don't like to study, you know…" She pouted again, pressing her soft body against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
But Leonardo didn't move to hold her back this time.
