"I think you should leave now," Luciana murmured to Oscar, though her body language betrayed her words as she snuggled deeper into his arms on the couch. They were still watching a movie, or it was playing in the background. Neither of them paid any attention to what was on the screen—they were far too wrapped up in their own little world, one filled with soft touches, quiet laughter, and unspoken feelings.
She didn't really want him to leave, but the late hour and the growing warmth of their closeness made her nervous, not of him, but of how comfortable she felt in his presence. It was a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to embrace in a long time. He looked down at her, his lips curling into a soft, understanding smile.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
