Leonardo pushed the door open with his shoulder, carefully carrying Bella into his room.
The lights were dim, the air inside quiet and warm. Everything smelled faintly of clean sheets, Musk, and a soft masculine scent that seemed to cling to him no matter where he went.
She was still clinging to his neck, her cheeks pressed against him, her breath warm on his skin.
With slow, steady steps, he walked toward the bed—his bed and gently lowered her down onto the mattress.
But as soon as her back touched the sheets, she sat up.
Her big, brown eyes blinked at him through sleepy lashes, still shining with tears. "I don't want to be alone," she whispered, her voice fragile, like a child's.
Leo stood still for a moment.
Then slowly, he crouched in front of her.
"You're not alone," he said softly. "I'm right here."
