My eyes travel downward. Damn, I’m a sucker for gray sweatpants.
Keep it together, Trinity. You must win this battle.
“The way you burp is not girlie,” he snarks back.
“At least I don’t take half an hour in the bathroom like you.” My finger points in his chest.
“At least I don’t leave my clothes lying around the room like you do.” He grips my finger and points it in my chest.
“Well—” I’m cut off when his lips slam against mine.
Our kiss is full of passion. His tongue runs along my bottom lip. I allow him access to my mouth. His touch sends electricity up my spine. He kisses me raw. Cupping my cheek, he leans my head to the side to deepen the kiss.
Time slows when his lips are on mine. Leonidas’s lips move against mine as if he needs this contact to live. Forget about being an actor if singing doesn’t work out for him. He should be a professional kisser—but only my professional kisser.
The first kisses were slow, but now, they’re fast, desperate. My body against his is hot. I’m afraid I’ll swoon at this feeling.
My fists clench his T-shirt as I let out a tiny moan when he makes a sound from the back of his throat. I feel Leonidas smile against my lips as we both come up for air.
Holy shit.
Licking my swollen lips, I meet his stare. His eyes darken as he glances at my chest that’s moving up and down at a fast rate. Kissing him feels like I just ran an entire marathon.
“Was that your way of making me shut up?” My eyes narrow.
“It worked, didn’t it?” He shrugs. “Plus, I had to make out with my girlfriend in Paris. Apparently, it’s the City of Love. Who would have known?” He sends me a wink in my direction.
“Now, get ready. We need to leave soon.” he demands.
As he walks toward the door, I follow him in the room. I find the perfect opportunity to throw a pillow at the back of his head.
It bounces and lands on the ground with a thud.
“Oops. It just slipped out of my hand.” I fake gasp when he rolls his eyes at me.
“Get ready now.”
“Yes, Dadd—”
He swerves around and points a finger in my direction. His eyes darken as he interrupts me. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Taking a step back, even though I know it takes everything in him to stay, he slams the door behind him.
I muffle my laughs with the palm of my hand.
“Trinity Jones, I swear to God!” he barks from somewhere.
* * *
I slowly flip through a magazine as Amelia runs around her dressing room.
“I like that jacket,” Elijah says from beside me.
His finger points to a model. Nodding, I hum.
“That costs more than I could ever afford.” I laugh.
Leonidas turns around from where he sits at a desk. As he opens his mouth to disagree, I place a finger on my lips.
Shutting his mouth, he turns back around.
