Breathe You In (Sweet Torment 1)

“Yeah. I want to buy you a sandwich,” Leo said with a wide smile.

I wanted to scoff, but the way those dimples flashed and his hips shifted just enough to reveal a peek of his black leather belt made me think twice.

“No, thanks,” I said quickly before I could change my mind. Because a sub and casual conversation with a hot guy sounded better than anything I had going on later.

He stood to his full height, which was a couple inches over six feet, and adjusted his ball cap.

“You just broke my heart, Red,” he said, putting a palm over his chest. “But I’m not giving up on you.”

I just gave him an exasperated look and waved him off. Problem was, the view of his ass as he left was amazing—and depressing to watch walk away.