POV: Kesley

Sweet cheeks...

Peaches...

Cupcake...

These endearing words always make me smile like an idiot. It’s amazing how he comes up with these names for me, I just fucking love it. I haven’t found a perfect name for him yet, but trust me, I will.

His words hung in the air between us, low and deliberate, the way Leo let everything important land. I felt the heat rise up my neck before I could stop it.

The dress suddenly felt thinner, the air in the room thicker. His hand was still wrapped around mine, thumb still moving across my knuckles, but now every stroke carried a different charge entirely....