"You won't." His voice dropped even lower, warm enough to soften every inch of the air between them. "I don't mind watching over them. Or watching over you."
Her heart gave one tiny, disobedient flutter.
She tucked her phone quietly beside her pillow and eased down beneath the blanket. The warm light of the turtle bus wrapped around her in a soft embrace, and as her head touched the pillow, sleep pulled at her like tender hands.
Through half-closed eyes she saw him glance at her once more, his expression unreadable yet strangely gentle.
"Sleep well, Miss Alina."
And this time, she did not fight it. She drifted into dreams.
Dante watched Miss Alina's breathing soften into a gentle rhythm, her lashes resting like small shadows against her cheeks. A faint smile touched his lips, slow and quiet, almost indulgent. He blinked once, then again, and the smile only deepened.
Well, well… Miss Alina definitely feels something for me. Otherwise why would she trust me this easily?
