The familiar scent of cedarwood lingered on the tip of the nose, filling every breath with the scent of Leandro.
Charlotte looked at the man's face, which was just a few centimeters away, and felt her breathing grow heavier with each passing moment.
She looked into those black eyes, unable to tell whether the other person was testing her or just asking a simple question.
She instinctively tightened her hands by her side, trying hard not to give herself away: "Yes, I will."
A man like Leandro, if she were to answer directly, it would seem too deliberate.
"Would you?"
"... A man like you; it was hard not to be attracted, right?"
Leandro clicked his tongue and said, "So, you never had a crush?"
Help, what a deadly question this is!
Just as Charlotte was about to spill everything, the
