Bella was confused by Leo's behavior.
He was being... very affectionate.
Not that he wasn't usually affectionate—he was, in his own quiet, intense way. But today, there was something different. Like he was trying to pour all his love into every single touch.
They were lying on the bed. Bella was curled against his side, her head resting on his chest, her ear pressed against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
His hand moved gently through her hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands, caressing her scalp with a tenderness that made her eyes flutter closed. She could feel the love in every touch.
His other hand rested on her waist, his palm warm and firm against her hip. He traced slow, soothing circles through the fabric of her shirt, his thumb brushing against her skin every time the fabric shifted.
She sighed, melting into him.
She felt lucky. So incredibly lucky.
Bella murmured, her voice sleepy and content. "What's gotten into you today?"
