Amara
Since when was a man buttering up a bloody toast such an invigorating sight? I couldn't take my eyes off him as he spread the thing with such elegant grace that it was almost insulting. Today, unlike his usual, he wore a black shirt with top two buttons open and sleeves rolled up. He was yet to get ready. His dark hair was glistening from that weird-looking but fragrant thing he applied on earlier.
I realized he had a mole on his neck. His neck...I blushed and aimed myself to look away before he looked up and started teasing me for gawking. I don't like to be teased. It ought to be as easy as blinking. It was not. I don't know why.
"I am going to call in a good ob-gyn this weekend so that you can get the contraceptives," Leo muttered, lazily dragging his eyes to my face.
Oh.I bl
