In his bed

Andre's POV

Her words played repeatedly in my head like a broken stereo. I didn't know my words and actions affected her in that way. She always had that bored look going on so I never thought much about it.

I sat on the couch adjacent to my bed where she lay, her lips twitching ever so lightly with her hands pushing strands of hair from her face every few minutes. Her cinnamon eyes stayed hidden from me as her eyelids stayed close. She tousled her hair repeatedly and eventually gave up. Her dark eyes opened and I came into her line of view.

She stared at me for a minute, blinking a few times to check if I was her imagination. She quickly took a survey of the room, her eyes returning to me every few seconds. "What are you doing here?" She asked the question I was expecting.

"You mean what at you doing in my room?" I rephrased her question, a smirk laying on my lips when she realized I was right.

"What am I doing here?" She held her head in her hands, her fingers moved to itch a spot.