Page 138 of Knot Their Starlet

His brows draw down ever so slightly, like he’s confused why I’m grateful for something so small. It may be small to him, but it’s seriously a big deal for me.

I’ve always been the one grabbing pain meds and water after one of Ezra’s benders.

“Here, let me show you the bathroom,” Leo says, offering me one of his warm smiles after I swallow the pain meds.

His bathroom is just as fancy as the rest of the penthouse, but that’s not what grabs my attention.

It’s my reflection in the mirror. My face is completely bare. Even the strip lashes I applied last night are gone.

“Did you take off my makeup?”

He stands there, shrugging sheepishly as he holds out a new toothbrush still in the packaging.

“I did. Went out to the drugstore to get the right stuff.”

“Even my lashes? How do you even know how to do that?” Something simmers low in my belly. Something really close to jealousy. “Do you have practice or something?”

“I got some oil cleanser and used a cotton swab.” He shrugs. “It was the first time I’ve ever done something like that, but YouTube has videos on everything.”

“You... learned how to take off makeup for me?”

“Of course I did.”

Why is he acting like this isn’t a huge deal?

I feel the burn of tears behind my eyes. Leo notices, just like he notices everything it seems, and opens his arms out for me.

I crash into them, clinging to his white t-shirt.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

“No, I just try,” he murmurs. “And you deserve that. One day... I hope you get used to this sort of thing, you know? You deserve all this and more.”

I’m speechless. I truly have no words.

And, like the angel he is, he just wordlessly presses the new toothbrush he must have bought for me into my hand.

“I’ll be right back.”

When I’m done brushing my teeth, he reappears with an absolutely massive t-shirt.

“That doesn’t belong to you,” I point out with a small giggle.

“Nope, it’s Eli’s.”

“And you’re... giving Eli’s shirt to me?”

“You need something to wear to breakfast.” He shrugs, a small smirk tugging at his lips like he enjoys meddling. “Though I won’t complain if you continue to wear that dress.”

“There’s too much to respond to there,” I giggle, shoving my hand in his face. “First off, this dress is definitely coming off. I don’t think the sticky bra I wore was meant to be slept in.”

“Shame, it looks fantastic on you,” he says, pitching his voice low.

“Second,” I continue, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my lower belly from his flirtatious tone. “Are you trying to get me killed? I don’t think Eli’s the type of guy to take me stealing his stuff lightly.”

“How much do you remember from last night, Lucky Duck?”

“Well, I remember that nickname.” My lips quirk into a fond smile. “But things are pretty hazy right now. Why?”