A moment later, she felt the faint dip of the cushion beside her as someone sat down. She didn't have to look to know who it was. Leonardo's tall frame shifted the whole seat slightly. Even without a single word, his quiet, cold presence filled every inch of space between them.
Bella's shoulders stiffened, her lashes fluttering as she stared straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of her. She didn't dare move, didn't dare speak. The only sign of her nerves was the tiny tremble at the corner of her lips.
Leonardo didn't say anything either. He leaned back against the leather, long legs stretching slightly, one arm draped casually on the armrest between them — so close that the faint brush of his sleeve made her heartbeat trip.
