Bella's lips parted, then pressed together in defeat. She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded meekly, her expression somewhere between guilty and sulky.
Satisfied, Leo handed her the tablet back. "Good girl," he murmured, watching as she obediently slipped it into her bag and zipped it shut.
The silence that followed was warm and filled with the soft hum of the plane. Bella shifted slightly, her fingers fidgeting, and then—clearly unable to sit still—she reached for his hand.
Leo glanced down in surprise but said nothing. Her tiny hand looked almost lost against his much larger one. She turned it over curiously, tracing the lines on his palm with her fingertip, then lifted her hand to measure it against his.
Her fingers barely reached the base of his, and she pouted softly. "Your hands are huge…" she murmured, half in wonder.
Leo's lips twitched, amused by her fascination. "You only realized that now?" he asked, his voice deep and teasing.
