‘I feel like I can be myself with you,’ Leo murmurs, stroking a finger up my cheek. ‘Like I can share the real me. And I haven’t felt like that for so long.’ He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. And then, cradling my head in his other hand, he leans in and, ever so softly, plants a kiss on my lips.
As his lips make contact with mine, my eyes widen in shock.
Oh.
Leo presses my body to his and runs his hand across my lower back as the kiss deepens.
Oh no.
A sigh of pleasure escapes me, and in response Leo pulls me even closer, kisses me harder. My stupid head starts to spin wildly, my idiot heart thuds out of time, and every dumb nerve ending in my body zings and fires. What the fuck is happening? I suspected I might like it when he kissed me but . . . not likethis.
I run my hands up to the back of his neck, it feels warm and soft and vulnerable and strong beneath my fingertips.
Completely losing it, I cling onto Leo and he clings onto me.
This is how the men and women kissed in Grandma’s movies.
Like they never wanted to let go.
And I think it might be the best kiss of my whole entire life.
I pull back and it takes me a few seconds to come to. Leo laughs out loud.
‘Woah,’ he says, like that might have been the best kiss of his whole entire life too.
Oh fuck.
I like Leo Frost.
