LEILA'S POV
"I just want to take a closer look at the leg," he said quietly, with no surprise at my outburst.
For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, and then it was gone. Without blinking, I stared with rapt attention at his face. As I didn't make any further protests, he bent his head again, transferring his attention to my leg. His hair was raven black and looked soft to the touch. I found myself wanting to run my fingers through them as I had done before. Dots danced at the edges of my vision and I realized I had forgotten to breathe. I took deep, steadying breaths. I closed my eyes briefly and saw him in my mind's eye, standing at the counter at the cafe. I had imagined more than a dozen different scenarios when I would run into Grey. Not for once had I imagined that I wou
