When Leo finally stepped out of the bathroom, steam drifting behind him, he paused at the sight before him. The bed looked enormous, the canopy drapes falling softly around it, and right in the middle of all that space was a single, trembling blanket.
A blanket that was clearly hiding a very shy, very flustered bunny.
He blinked once, then twice, and the corner of his mouth lifted slowly. Of course she was still under there.
He ran a hand through his damp hair, a thin trail of water sliding down his chest before disappearing into the towel wrapped low around his waist. His steps were unhurried as he crossed the room, the soft sound of his bare feet brushing against the luxurious rug. The closer he got, the more he could see the blanket quivering ever so slightly, as if his bunny was holding her breath.
He stopped right beside the bed, folded his arms, and stared at the large, suspiciously alive-looking lump.
