“Thank you, Leo.” Her voice was so quiet, it was like a breath. “Thank you for listening. For not getting angry and turning me away.” This time, I couldn’t stop my hand from raising to rest on the back of her neck, my thumb skimming her jaw. “I told you last night, you don’t have to thank me.” “Because we’re friends,” she said, drawing out the words. My lips twitched. That title felt searing with my skin against hers. “Yes. Because we’re friends.”
