“Then you can stay in mine,” Leo quipped back, and he crossed the kitchen into my space with a salacious grin. “My bed is the best in the house.” “And you’d be where, on the couch?” He shrugged. “I guess — until you realize you want me in there with you.” He stepped even closer. “I’m a great big spoon.” His voice lowered a bit then, his eyes raking over me inch by inch.
