"Mom...What do you think you're doing?"
Bella asked with narrowed eyes when she noticed her mother slowly leaning towards me as she tried to rest her head on my shoulder.
She didn't seem to like that her mother was trying to steal my attention away from herself and looked at Camila like she was telling her to back off from me.
"What is it, Bella?" Camila asked as she stared at her daughter like she had no idea as to what she had done wrong, "What's wrong with me lying on Kafka's shoulders?...I mean, you already got to have him embrace him for yourself, so why are you arguing with me over a little bit of affection from the side?"
