Bella tried to focus on the screen, but her thoughts were a mess. Every time he breathed, she felt it against her neck. Every shift he made, she felt his strength, his warmth, his heartbeat.
Bella's breath hitched the moment the movie on screen shifted from comedy to romance—the kind of scene where the leads leaned close, their eyes melting into each other before the inevitable intense french kiss. Her fingers froze halfway to her lips, biscuit forgotten. The glow from the TV flickered across her face, painting her cheeks a deeper shade of pink.
She tried to look away, but Leo's chest rose and fell right behind her, his breath warm against her shoulder.
"You like watching those things, bunny?" he asked quietly, his voice low and rich, like a velvet whisper that made her stomach flutter. His hand slid lazily over her waist, the warmth of his palm spreading through the thin fabric of her dress.
