Melanin's POV
I woke up to soft snores in my ear, I opened my eyes and realized I was in Leonard's tent, and I had slept wrapped in his arms. I tried moving away, but he tightened his grip on me and murmured words I couldn't understand.
I sighed softly and laid back until he was ready to wake up. I just watched his beautiful face as he slept. He was sleeping like a child, peaceful. He looked so young, and I wondered how old he was.
“This handsome work of art was made decades ago, and I'm willing to give it to you as a portrait if you desperately want it,” Leonard's voice that was still sleep-ridden came to my ears.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and I gasped in fear. I felt ashamed for being caught staring at him. I looked down and bit my lower lip shyly.
He kissed my forehead and s
