That night, we had dinner together and drank a little for the first time.
The wind was a bit chilly.
The moment I shivered, Leo took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
He didn’t leave after that. Instead, he knelt down and rested his head against my legs.
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I thought he was drunk and tried to pull him up. But the moment I touched him, Leo’s hands wrapped around mine, and he buried
his face in them, rubbing against them with what seemed like pure bliss.
The comments floated by.
“Like a stray dog that’s finally found its home.”
“Villain: Inhaling her scent directly into my soul.”
“Villain: My wife’s hands smell so good. It would be even better if she slapped me with them.”
just felt a warm, ticklish sensation and tried to push him away. “Can you let go?”
Leo shook his head. “No. If I let go, you’ll disappear. Don’t send me away. I’ll be good. I’m very good. Please.”
With every word, the strange tickling in my palm intensified.
Until finally, he whispered my name. “Holly.”
And even my heart started to feel that itch.
