LEO’S POV
The click of the guest room door locked into place, and the sound seemed to hang in the silence of the house long after it was gone.
I stood in the dark kitchen. The taste of her was still on my lips, that faint sweetness of lip gloss and pure, unadulterated April. Then nothing. Just the hollow echo of my own heartbeat in my ears.
Idiot.
The word bounced around in my skull. I dragged a hand down my face. I could still smell her shampoo on my skin, something like coconuts, from when my fingers had brushed her cheek.
One second she was there, melting into me. For that one stolen moment she was mine again. Then she was gone.
I looked down at my empty hands. CEO of a multi million dollar company, and I could not hold onto one terrified girl. She had looked at me as if I were bo
