Leo followed her with his eyes, his hands sinking into his pockets in a poor attempt to restrain himself. His jaw was clenched so tightly he could almost feel his heartbeat pulsing there.
Every time she bent down to examine something, the soft sway of her golden dress made his breath hitch. Every time she brushed her hair behind her ear, exposing the delicate side of her neck, his fingers twitched with the urge to pull her back into his arms and finish what they had started.
She turned in a slow circle, admiring the room—from the warm lights to the silk sheets—her face glowing with innocent happiness.
And Leo stood behind her like a man silently suffering, desire boiling under his skin, his control stretched dangerously thin, fighting the urge to drag her into his arms again.
Bella finally looked over her shoulder with a bright smile, completely unaware of how her little tour had tested every bit of his patience.
"Leo, this room is really beautiful…" she said softly.
