She wanted to scream. She wanted to push him away and call him a fool. Instead, she did the hardest thing she had ever done: she stayed still.
Leo was not her usual type. He was quiet, a graphic designer with ink-stained fingers and the steady gaze of someone who spent hours perfecting small details. He didn't approach her with the swagger of the men who thought they could handle her. He simply sat next to her at a bar one Tuesday, ordered a whiskey neat, and said, "You look like you're starving in a room full of food." Nympho - Kimora Quin - Keeping Kimora Satisfied...
"Scared of what?" she snapped.
"I know I'd like to try," he replied, and there was no heat in his voice, just a calm, curious honesty. She wanted to scream
But old patterns die hard.
"What is it about?" she whispered.
Leo didn't break. He stopped.
