Charlotte was very satisfied with the watch she had chosen. She smiled and looked up at Leandro, asking, "Do you like it?"
"Um."
Leandro glanced at his wrist and smirked, "Mrs. Romero has a good eye."
Charlotte also thought she had good taste, but she didn't have the nerve to nod so blatantly, just smiled at Leandro.
Leandro looked into her bright eyes, his dark eyes darkened, he lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on her hand holding his wrist, his throat rolled up and down, unable to restrain himself any longer, he hugged her into his arms.
Charlotte lightly tapped his chest, but she didn't really want to push him away.
Winter was cold, but in Leandro's arms it felt like a furnace, Charlotte felt warm.
"You didn't even look carefully."
They hadn't seen each other for nine days. Charlotte was a bit reluctant to leave his arms like that. She held his hand and leaned most of her body against him, chin resting on his chest, looking up at him slightly.
"I'll see you later."
The deep male
