"…you… you're bad," Bella whispered, her voice shaky and embarrassed, her cheeks burning.
Leo only chuckled, low and wicked, and suddenly shifted her gently to the side. Bella blinked, confused, her hand reaching toward him.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her brows drawn together.
Leo ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply, looking down at the obvious bulge straining against his sweatpants. His face twisted with the frustration of a man walking a tight line.
"To take care of it," he muttered, voice tight, chest rising in a heavy breath.
Bella's eyes widened instantly, her gaze dropping before she jerked it back up, shocked, shy, curious, everything mixing at once.
"W wait… I can help you!" she blurted out without thinking, sitting up a little as her heart pounded.
Leo froze for a moment.
His jaw clenched.
He looked away sharply.
"No," he said, voice deep and strained. "You're not ready."
And before she could say anything, he walked toward the bathroom.
