"Bella, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Tristan asked as he joined her on the bed.
After lying on her side, he turned to face her. He silently admired her beauty while waiting for her response. But when he saw her brows slightly furrowed, he started to worry.
'Why is she angry?' he wondered, trying to figure out if he did something wrong.
...
Bella's eyes narrowed when she saw Tristan's appearance. The sight of him just finished showering made her heart swell.
Her eyes didn't leave his face. She saw his still-wet hair glistening under the soft light of the bedside lamp, and his clean face was radiant. She couldn't help but think to herself, 'Gosh! Why does he look even more charming?'
Lying close together like this, Bella could smell his lovely fragrance soap. The fresh menthol aroma slowly dispelled her drowsiness.
