Leo stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her. The way her fingers tapped against the screen. The way she bit her lip, a habit she had when she was nervous. The way the morning light caught the gold in her hair, making it shine.
"You saw?" she asked, not looking up.
"I saw," he said.
She looked up then, her brown eyes wide, her cheeks flushing deeper. She set her phone down, her hands twisting in her lap.
"It's not that big deal," she said.
"It's a very big deal." He crossed the room, his footsteps soft on the rug, and sat down beside her. The couch dipped under his weight, and she swayed toward him, as if pulled by gravity. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, his hand settling on her back, her body fitting against his like she was made to be there. "Perfect score, Bella. That's unreal."
She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled against his shirt. "I studied a lot."
"You're brilliant," he said.
"I'm lucky," she mumbled.
