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“Did your electricity go out?”
Reyna looked up in surprise as Leo walked through the front door of her villa, ducking his head and squinting through the darkness. It wasn’t like it was that dark, anyway, the little drama king—she had only turned off the overhead lights and was now sitting peacefully in the light of a small lamp. At least, it had been peaceful up until then. She found it difficult to truly relax when her antsy boyfriend was around.
“No, the electricity is fine. Come sit.” She patted the seat next to her on the couch.
He looked sorely tempted, but: “Can I—do you want me to turn on the lights?”
“Don’t,” she said, the warning in her tone light and nonthreatening. It was too late in the evening to deal with any dogs-maimed-another-one paperwork. “It’s fine; your eyes will adjust. Just come sit down.”
He did, probably because he knew better than to defy her. She looked him over, and then realized he was empty-handed. “Did you bring it?”
Leo grinned, pulling the bag of Haribo gummy bears out of his tool belt. “Appreciate me.” He dangled them in front of her, but as soon as she reached for them, he pulled them out of reach.
“I appreciate you,” she insisted; “now give me.”
“I didn’t hear you say any of the magic words,” he countered, not handing it over. He liked to live dangerously, she supposed.
“How’s ‘I’m three inches taller than you’ for magic words?”
“Ouch. Well, then, if we’re hitting below the belt now…” And then she watched in stunned horror as, in the low lamplight, he tore the bag open and ate a handful of her gummy bears.
Reyna opened and closed her mouth, searching for words that left her. He gave her a saucy grin, his cheeks bulging with candy that was rightfully hers. This called for…diversionary tactics.
“Leo,” she said, letting her voice go soft and low as she leaned forward.
His face flushed a little as she let her eyes trail from his jaw to his mouth to his lovely dark eyes, and he swallowed the mouthful of gummy bears audibly. “R—reina?”
She stopped mere inches away, her lips parting in a sigh. Eyes half-closed, looking up at him from under her long lashes, she breathed, “Dámelo,” give it to me, and in a burst of movement she snatched the bag away and plopped back into her original position, a smug smile on her face.
It took Leo a moment to move his hand and realize his prize wasn’t there anymore. “That’s cheating,” he protested. “Really bad cheating.”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, it was spectacular cheating,” she said, popping a gummy bear in her mouth. But he was still pouting, so after she swallowed she leaned forward again and gave him a proper kiss, warm on the lips. And she appreciated that the little lamp was the only light to see by, because her face heated up considerably when she smelled his hair smoking and felt his hand in her hair as he kissed her back.