Bella had finished her dinner in the room earlier and now sat curled on the couch, half absorbed in another one of those cheesy romance dramas she adored. The screen glowed softly against her face, her doe eyes blinking rapidly whenever something emotional happened on TV.
Leo entered, shoulders broad and presence heavy. His shirt clung to him just right, and the faint trail of his cologne followed him into the living room. For a moment, he just stood there, watching her as if she were something foreign in his world. The TV had never been touched before she came, but now it was the centerpiece of his evenings.
He didn't say a word, only moved upstairs to change, then came back down and lowered himself beside her. The couch dipped slightly under his weight. His eyes flicked once at the screen, but he didn't care about what she was watching. What mattered was how her eyelashes fluttered nervously as she realized he was close.
