When he finally pulled back, Bella was breathless.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips slightly swollen, her eyes teary from the deep, intense kiss. A single tear slipped down her cheek, catching the golden evening light like a tiny jewel.
Leo brushed it away with his thumb, his touch impossibly gentle. His gray eyes were dark, intense, still burning with the heat of the moment. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
"I only like them when they're because of me," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "And I plan to make you cry like that a lot more. In many different ways. In many different places."
Bella's eyes widened.
Her cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson. Her mouth fell open in shock.
"You... you... you make everything sound so—so—"
She couldn't even finish the sentence. Her face was on fire.
