We kissed until my lungs burned, until I could feel my lips throbbing. Our lips remained glued even when I was gasping for breath and grabbing Leonardo’s hair hard, but still, I didn't want it to end, I didn't want Leonardo to pull away. But he did, eventually, cursing harshly, and I gasped for breath.

“Breath, sweet girl,” he said softly, caressing my back. “That’s good.”

I could finally catch my breath, but my lungs still burned. His hand moved to my neck, and he stroked it with his thumb.

“I’m sorry.”

I frowned. “For what?”

“I got carried away.”

“We both got carried away.”

“True.”

We stared at each...