Christian
Nova had perked up a little after eating, his tiny fingers now playing with the wrapper of the mochi. His eyelids were still heavy with sleep, but his stubbornness was winning over his drowsiness.
I leaned back in my seat, smirking as I watched Isabella poke at the last bite of her fruit tart with her fork. She was avoiding my gaze, but I could see the way her fingers twitched slightly, like she knew I was watching her.
I couldn’t help myself.
“You know,” I drawled, resting my chin on my hand, “it’s kind of unfair how you get prettier every time I look at you.”
Her fork paused midair.
She blinked.
Then, slowly, she turned to me, suspicion written all over her face. “What?”
I bit back a grin. “I’m just saying, it’s dangerous. A man could fall in love with you all over agai
