Page 33 of The Revenge You Seek

It's okay. It's okay. Just open the door. It might not even be him.

I suck in a long breath before pressing the handle down, the loud click of the lock disengaging echoes through my silent room.

I pull the door open quickly. It's too late to turn back now.

"Holy fuck," I breathe, relief racing through me so fast that I sway a little on my feet. "It's just you."

A lopsided smile appears on Leon's face as he steps toward me, his eyes darkening with concern. They're so similar to his brother's but they're darker with a little hazel mottled within when you look close.

"Who were you expecting? Wait… don't answer that. Can I come in?" he asks and I jump back, realizing that I'm still standing with the door half open and totally blocking his way.

"Oh, yeah. Of course."

I pull the door wide and walk into the room, leaving him to close it behind him.

The second he turns his eyes on me, a tingle runs down my spine and I'm suddenly very aware of what I'm wearing—or not, as the case may be.

"Sorry, I was in bed," I mutter, embarrassed about showing too much of my body right now.

"Hey," he says, turning me toward him.

He steps into me a little and tucks his fingers under my chin so I have no choice but to look at him.

"You're beautiful, Letty."

I fight to look away but he doesn't let me.

"It's me, Let. You never have to hide from me."

Tears burn my eyes at the emotion in his voice.

"I know. It's just… it's hard."

He nods in understanding. That's the thing about Leon, he just always seems to know how I feel, the right thing to say or do to just make me feel better about whatever the situation is.

"Why don't you get back into bed? I just came by to check in on you. Luca mentioned what happened earlier."

"Of course he did," I mutter, although not expecting anything different from them. They're nothing if not protective.

"He's worried about you."

"He doesn't need to be. Everything's fine."

His brow lifts in argument but he doesn't say anything. Well, not about my blatant lie anyway.

"Go on," he says, placing his giant hands on my slender shoulders and pushing me toward my bed. "Get in before you get cold."

I crawl under the covers and look up at him.

"Keep me warm?" I offer, lifting the corner to show him the space beside me.

"Thought you'd never ask."

My chest swells at the smile that lights up his face and it just proves how much I needed this—someone—right now.

I watch his movements as he toes off his sneakers, drags his hoodie over his head, revealing his sculpted chest and abs.

My mouth waters as I trace the lines down to his waistband.