"I don't want any peeking," she said as he counted. She flitted over to the window to make sure the blinds were drawn, and checked that the door was locked. (Which wouldn't stop Alex, but she could hope.)

As he neared ten, though, she hurried over to his bed, ducking under the covers. And while all of this was done near-soundlessly, it was probably not her best hiding spot ever. Especially with a few locks of brown hair sticking out from under his sheets.

She wasn't really going for subtlety, anyway.