Look But Do Not Touch

The couch was large, so even when Genevieve lay on it, there was still a little space left.

Donovan sat there, watching her lie down behind him and quickly occupy more than half of the space.

He pursed his thin lips and eventually couldn't control himself from asking, "Aren't those for me?"

Genevieve lay there, meeting his gaze.

"Yes."

"Then?"

If those were for him, why was she lying here? If thos