Leo’s hands circle my waist, his eyes searching my face. “I noticed the new tattoo, by the way. A little curious about what the rest of it looks like.”  His hand glides along my bare back, goosebumps rising.

“As they say in your business, I could show you but then I’ll have to kill you.”

“I wouldn’t want that,” he whispers, his eyes on mine.  

“What do you want?”

“I really want to kiss you,” he says, reaching to cup my face, his hand warm against my skin before his fingertip traces a line down my cheek, over my chin. “But I won’t unless you want me to.”

I slip my hands through his hair and his run down my arms before inching around my back to pull me closer. 

            “I want you to,” I whisper, my voice muffled and unfamiliar because the words are meant for someone else.