Leander returns back from the bathroom, his upper body bare as he has already calmed down.
Moira lay on the floor, shocking; she had not gotten over what happened a few minutes ago.
Leander stared at her for a second.
"Come up, on the bed. You can't be comfortable there."
"I... I'm fine here," her voice barely heard as she folded her legs together to her chest.
"Come up here now, Moira. Don't let me repeat myself."
Moira looked up gradually from the floor. She saw the seriousness in his face, and she doesn't have the strength for argument or any drama. She stood up and lay on the far end of the bed.
Leander stares at the woman that has always been on his mind, ever since he had set his eyes on her. She's just an inch away from falling off the bed.
He signed as he lay on the othe
