Walking over to my closed window in a hurry, I pull it up. “Get your fat ass up and go.”
Mom will kill me if she finds him in here. I don’t feel like getting a beating today.
Leo just smirks and snuggles in my bed further. “How about you tell your squirrel of a dog to calm down?” He points toward Simba.
I look over toward my adorable dog. He still stands in a protective stance, looking from me to Leo on my bed.
Perfect.
I flash him a shit-eating grin. “If you don’t get out, I’ll tell him to attack you.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “What damage would he do to me?”
Don’t be fooled. He has sharp teeth. When he bites, you can still feel the pain minutes after. Simba’s teething, so he’ll bite anything he comes in contact with. I even saw him trying to bite the wall yesterday. I almost peed my pants, watching him.
Leo clears his throat, which snaps me out of my thoughts. If I didn’t dislike him, I would stand here and openly admire him. Even in comfy clothes, he looks like he’s ready to walk down the runway. Not to mention how flawless, his wavy, short brown hair looks on my pillow. The silver chain around his neck catches my attention … he watches me watch him.
Stop.I need to hate him. He’s not good for me. Or maybe I’m the one who isn’t good.
Taking a deep breath, I glare at him.
“One.” I walk closer to him.
He stays still while smiling.
Oh my God, he looks so hot on my bed.
“Two.” Another step.
When I’m a foot away from the bed, he reaches his hand out and skims his finger along my exposed thigh. I stop in my tracks, and my breath catches in my throat. I feel shivers throughout my entire body as he trails a line right to where my shorts end.
“What were you saying again?” he whispers and glances up at me with heat in his eyes.
I open my mouth, but the only thing that comes out is a stutter. Leo stares at me like he wants to destroy me, but what if I want to do the same to him?
The way his finger brushes up and down on my thigh, his lip between his teeth. He looks droolworthy, and he knows it.
“Just by touching you like this, I make you breathless,” he rasps out.
Sitting up, he comes close to my face. His soft-looking lips are centimeters from mine. “Imagine what I could do if we had time.”
He bites the corner of his lip, and I do the same.
Holy shit, stop, my brain tells me as he leans even closer.
When I feel his breath on my lips, I can’t help but lean in as well. Oh goodness, I want this so badly. I haven’t been touched in so long.
My door is thrown open, and a gasp comes from my doorway, making me jump away from Leo in panic. I turn toward the door and am immediately filled with dread. My mother stands there with a shocked expression on her face. Yet what shocks me the most is Wyatt, my ex, standing behind her. His face shows no emotion as he looks from me to Leo. I want to jump out the window or be buried alive. Either would be good. I’m not picky.
What the hell is he doing here? I haven’t seen him in months. He still looks the same, just firmer and more muscular. Looking at him makes me realize why I fell for him. He looks like a teddy bear, someone who gives good hugs. Leo looks like the complete opposite—hard, unapproachable …
Speaking of Leo, he’s just staring Wyatt down, a frown on his face. His body is behind mine. His fingertip still plays with the back of my thigh. Up, down, up, down.
I hope Mom can’t see what he’s currently doing. I’ll be mortified. Slapping his hand away will only cause attention to his actions, so I stay still even though I feel like squealing.
“Trinity.” Mom pauses and pinches her nose. “Why is Leo in your room?”
I want to scream at her and plead that I didn’t know he was in here, but Leo opens his mouth before I can respond. “We were having a playdate.”
