Chapter 22
As soon as I walk through Leila’s door, she pulls me to her and kisses me. The way her tongue sweeps into my mouth makes my legs go a little shaky.
“I’m happy to see you too,” I say, through the enormous smile breaking on my face.
I hand her the bottle of wine. She studies the label with arched eyebrows.
“Wow,” she says, then leads me into the den. “You’re right. I could get used to this.” She casts another glance at the label before putting the bottle on the table and coming for me again.
“It smells divine in here,” I say.
“It’s not just me,” she jokes, before planting a kiss right next to my lips. “I’m making an old family recipe.”
“Can’t wait,” I manage to say before Leila kisses me on the mouth again.
“You’re going to have to wait a little while longer.” Her lips tra
