His large hand reached out suddenly, covering hers before she could pull away. Bella's breath caught as she looked up at him. His thumb brushed slowly against her knuckles, deliberate and teasing.
"You spoil me, you know that?" His voice was like velvet over steel, soft but commanding.
Her lips parted. "It's… just pasta."
"No." He leaned closer, his eyes dark, intense. "It's you. The way you cook, the way you sit here just for me." His words hung heavy, Deep, making her heart pound faster.
Bella quickly pulled her hand back, biting her lip nervously. "E-eat before it gets cold."
Leo chuckled under his breath, low and knowing, before picking up his fork again. But even as he ate, his eyes stayed on her like he was tasting more than the pasta, like he was savoring her.
