Mate me at Hollywood
"I'm so sorry, Lara. I really was tripping. You know that my favorite thing in the world is you touching me."
I roll my eyes. "It didn't sound like it in the forest. You sounded like you hate me."
"No, I promise it's the opposite. Full moons just... make me weird. And when I get overwhelmed, my instincts tell me to run first and figure it out later. Not my proudest trait."
Leo runs a tired hand through his messy hair. But he's only making it messier. I rise on my toes and reach up to fix it for him.
"Much better," I mutter to myself, staring into his beautiful grey eyes. Alluring, mysterious and breathtaking eyes. Stars seem to reside there.