The day after they left Milan, Bea stirred as the sunlight reached the bed through the window. Immediately, she felt the creeping anxiety of being watched. The first thing Bea saw when she opened her eyes was Ludo’s face looking at her barely a few inches from her face.
“Staring is creepy,” she mumbled, hiding her face in the pillow.
“It’s supposed to be romantic,” Ludo replied. “Watching over you.”
“It’s not. And I don’t need you to watch over me.”
“I told him,” said Mahdi, coming into the room. “Breakfast?”
“Yes, please. I’m starving.” She untangled herself from the sheets and picked up a t-shirt from the floor, sliding it over her head. It was one of Ludo’s, yet it smelled like Mahdi’s cologne. “Maybe a shower first?”
“Go. The food will still be here,” Mahdi said.
Ludo lit up a smoke, lounging against the headboard. “You look good in my clothes.”
“You look good without them.”
That drew a smile out of him. “Shower together?”
Bea turned to Mahdi, wondering what it would take to convince him to go shower with them. Not much apparently, as he heaved a sigh and put down the cookies he was eating. In a fluid movement, he took off his t-shirt. “Alright, let’s go.”
Once in the bathroom, the shower quickly turned into something more, breakfast forgotten for the time being.