Watermelon

(From Leandro's Perspective)

I placed her on the bed carefully so she would not wake up. But she was not sleeping deeply this time. The moment her back touched the mattress, she opened her eyes. 

"Are we home?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. 

"Yes, we're home," I said and kissed her on the nose. I did not know why, but every second I could not help but want to touch her, even in the slightest. 

"I'm hungry," she mumbled. 

"Change into something comfortable first. I'll make food," I said and left for the kitchen. 

She again changed into my shirt and came to the kitchen. She might not have noticed as she was still a bit sleepy that she had not worn any shorts underneath it. As she sat on the stool with her legs apart as she always did, her underwear came into view.