The takeout containers were mostly empty now, pushed to one side of the desk.
The room had dimmed into soft evening — only the desk lamp cast a mellow glow across the space, golden and warm.
Luca leaned back on the bed, arms behind his head, socked feet crossed at the ankles.
His hair was still a little wild, and his half-lidded eyes tracked Noel as he moved about the room — collecting wrappers, folding the paper bag, rinsing out the soup cup.
"Why are you always so neat after eating?" Luca murmured.
Noel looked over his shoulder. "Because we live in the same four walls. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and trip over rice."
"That's Romantic," Luca muttered with a grin.
Noel tossed a napkin at him. "You knew what you signed up for."
Luca caught it one-handed and sat up slowly. "What I signed up for is a boyfriend who never lets me be lazy."
"You're lucky I'm soft for you."
"You are." Luca smiled, voice low. "You pretend you're not, but you so are."
