"I don't want," Bella insisted, her voice tiny and flustered, her cheeks warm all the way to her ears.
Leo leaned a little closer, lowering his head until she could feel his breath near her cheek. "Bunny, you're so shy. We've kissed many times. You're already experienced… natural…" His lips curved into a slow smirk. "So why are you acting like you don't want it when you clearly can't stop staring at my lips?"
Bella froze as if someone had caught her stealing cookies.
Her eyes widened.
Her mouth fell open.
And her whole face turned a deeper shade of red.
Feeling exposed and betrayed by her own eyes, she roared with the frustration of a tiny lion cub. "No! I don't want! You, you, you just want kissy missy!"
And without another word, she spun around and ran.
Leo blinked once.
Twice.
Completely stunned.
Then he sighed helplessly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Kissy missy? Bunny… what does that even mean…"
