I nod, wiping my eyes. “Yeah, just reminiscing about old times.”
Leo gives my shoulders a gentle squeeze. “He was lucky to have you, babe. Can I read it?”
I smile through my tears, nodding, feeling the comfort of his presence.
He picks up the letter and reads it. “This is really great, love,” he says, setting the letter down and pulling me up to him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.
“You always know how to make me feel better, especially when I’m a mess,” I sigh out.
He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “That’s because I love you, mess and all.” Then he gently takes my chin, tipping my face toward him, and locks our lips in a deep, meaningful kiss that sends a flood of warmth to my core, swirling around its center.
He looks at me with a soft smile. “How about we take a walk, Walker? Get some fresh air?” he suggests with a playful tone, rubbing my back gently.
A slow smile spreads across my face, and I laugh softly. Pulling back, I place my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. He gives it a reassuring squeeze, and I squeeze it back, feeling so much gratitude for the two men who taught me how to love.
