Chapter 15
My hand still rested on Leandro’s back. I had the strongest need to reassure him, as if none of this was his fault. Slowly, I began to massage his strong, straight spine, working at each knob with almost delicate care.
His shoulders slumped. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped. I barely heard the words that came with it.
“I’ve missed you so damn much.”
I paused, halfway down his back. The ache in his voice permeated my bones. How could I doubt our previous involvement? His body sang with his desire for me, the attraction between us electric and undeniable. Every one of my touches elicited some type of response from him, honed by either experience or sheer need, probably even both. And as difficult as it was to believe I’d ever be so foolhardy to do what he claimed, too many coincidences stacked in his favor.