By the time Naomi had helped herself to my navy henley and a pair of boxers from the same drawer, Belle was back from the bathroom with her face scrubbed clean and folded double at the far side of the bed, fishing a dropped hair tie off the floor in a crew neck that had not been designed for that position, and taking her time about it.
Belle straightened up. Tossed her blue hair into a messy bun with the retrieved hair tie. Turned around with an expression that contained exactly zero surprise at where my eyes had been.
"You coming to bed?" She patted the mattress. "Naomi's already claimed her side and if you take too long I'm giving your pillow to her."
"I." My brain rebooted from the brief system crash her bent-over silhouette had caused. "Yeah. I'm coming."
