A possessive lover
What sort of question was that, in the first place?
How could he ask if she missed him when she had asked them to meet yesterday and he was the one who gave her excuses.
But Clara didn't dwell on the oddness of her question.
If he wants to hear it directly from her mouth, then she would tell him.
"I do. I wanted to see you so badly." Clara replied, staring into his eyes as she started feeling her face burning by Leo's touch.
Every touch of his fingers sent a jolt of electricity down her body.
She wanted to feel his lips danced on her own. Those pink thin lips were seducing her mind.
She was starting to crave for a taste.
"Good." Leo said in a calm tone, which came out to be sexy, of course.
He stared intensely into her eyes, before leaning and closing in on her lips.