The afternoon sun was particularly warm. I looked at Theo sitting in the living room obediently reading a magazine, and the corners of my mouth twitched into a smile.
I put a cup of hot tea in front of him and sat down beside him. Then, I reclined on the sofa with my head in my hands, staring at Theo.
He never took his eyes off the magazine, so I wondered if the content of the magazine attracted him or if there was some other reason. He read it very seriously.
After a long while, his slender fingers picked up the tea I brewed, and he took a sip. Then, he went back into his reading position once more.
The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shone on him little by little, making him look at peace.
As if he could sense my burning gaze, he suddenly put down the magazine and looked up at me. I could not help but smile even more. "Do you feel better after resting?"
Theo narrowed his eyes slightly while nodding his head. "Mm. Much better."
At this moment, he was no longer as domineering and awe-inspiring as he was in the company. On the contrary, there was a sense of indifference, which made me feel very comfortable. Especially when he was wearing his early spring sweater, which was looking lovelier by the second.
He had just washed his hair, and his bangs were hanging down his forehead. This style on him made him look cuter and more youthful.
I leaned closer to him and chuckled while saying what I was thinking, "Actually, it's good for you to be weak occasionally. It makes you look like a puppy."
I was speaking the truth. When he was being this way, I felt like the older sister with tender affection toward her younger brother. Nonetheless, I would not say this out loud, just in case Theo were to suddenly go for an attack.
As my train of thought was going wild, I heard fingers snapping me back into my senses. I looked at Theo with confusion in my eyes. ‘What's wrong?"
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