Who would have known a single smirk would be so hot? Me.
“That’s good. What was he doing?” he mumbles, and his hot breath gives me goose bumps.
“He was riding his bike. He nearly fell off when he saw me up here.” I play along breathlessly.
“Well, what did you tell him?”
His fingers arch my neck further to him by turning my chin up.
“I yelled that I was practically married. You should have seen the look on his face. I was afraid he was going to cry.”
My chest heaves as I nearly have a heart attack when I feel his tongue travel down the length of my neck. Stopping at my collarbone, he gives it a slight bite.
“Jerk.” I jump at the sudden pain.
He chuckles as he backs away from me.
“Come here. Let me bite your collarbone,” I joke and advance toward him.
Trinity, what are you doing? Stop, girl. You’ll get drop-kicked all the way across the city.
Leonidas’s muscles are really a sight to see. They strain against his muscle shirt. His hair is a wavy mess, just the way I like it. He lets out a roar of laughter when he stops me by placing a hand on my forehead. My feet slide on the ground as I push my hardest into his hand.
“Douche,” I grit out as I swerve around his hand.
He almost topples to the ground at the sudden movement.
Yes, Trinity, you just did that.
When I jump on his back, he lets out anoof.
Winding my arms around his neck in a choke hold, I yell jokingly, “Say it.”
He shakes his head.
I won’t let go until I hear the words leave his mouth.
“Say it.”
The heels of my feet dig into his stomach. He tries to bite my arms, but I place them under his chin.
“I will not,” he breathes out.
My body clings to him tightly. My arms don’t truly hurt him—my spaghetti arms aren’t capable of that. He just likes to give me more credit than I deserve.
“I’ll haunt you in your sleep.” I have to hold back the laugh that threatens to break through my mouth. The weird sound I make at the back of my throat definitely gives me away.
He drops to his knees dramatically. “Mercy. You hear that? Jesus! I call mercy.” His voice booms.
If singing doesn’t work out long-term, acting is a great replacement.
I untangle my arms from his neck, pecking his cheek and resting my chin on his shoulder. “That’s all you needed to say,” I tease him.
Getting up from the floor, he glances down at me. “A man doesn’t give up easily.” Leonidas flashes me a shit-eating grin.
“Oh, you call yourself a man?” I tsk while he raises an eyebrow. “The way you cuddle me at night isn’t manly.”
He staggers back with a hand on his chest.
