Shared Bed

Nova

Go to sleep, Nova. He's okay.

I’m just drifting off into a deep sleep when I hear the creak of a door, my body jolting from the disturbance.

When I turn to look at the door, it’s firmly closed. My brow crinkles in confusion. Just when I convince myself I am only hearing things, I see a movement out of the corner of my eye.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I turn and see Leo standing outside my balcony doors, a red cherry pulsating in the moonlight.

Wide awake, I sit up and glare. “How long have you been out there, you creep?” I snap.

Leonardo opens the doors the rest of the way, smoke billowing from his mouth.

“A while,” he answers flatly. I didn't even know he smoked.

He flicks the butt of the cigarette out over the balcony and then reaches up and pulls his hood down from his head. The moonlight shines directly on him, making him glow beneath the soft aura.

Such a contradiction that something so dark shines so brightly beneath the light.

“Don't do that again,” I tell him