Leon lay on his side, his right arm serving as a pillow for Olivia's neck, while his relaxed left arm gently encircled her and rested in front of the girl.
His left hand, still not fully under his control, was left to the mercy of her tender touch.
Turning to catch the fragrance of Olivia's hair, Leon gazed out at the moonlight pouring through the window.
He quietly deliberated whether now was the time to take the final step for his marriage proposal—to set the date for the wedding.
But before Leon could voice his thoughts, Olivia spoke first.
"...Leon."
"Hmm?"
"Could you allow me to be a little more willful toward you from now on?"
The girl carefully caressed the healed scars on his arm, her slender fingers showing both affection and caution.
Leon tightened his embrace with his left arm, holding her soft, delicate form close. He almost chuckled aloud.
