His smile solidified. “You bring out emotions I didn’t even know I possessed, Celeste. Emotions I’m still not equipped to contend with.” He combed back a lock of my hair, tucked it behind my ear, his fingers sweeping across the back of my conical stud before balancing on the curve of my neck. “Be patient with me, levsheh.” Levsheh . . . sweetheart. Now that I knew what it meant, I decided it was a gorgeous sounding word.
